Demacia kicked several knights into the river under the pier, hoisting his great sword and mocking:
"Is this how the Human Empire asks for help? If you're seeking aid, then seek aid. But calling it an alliance? If it's an alliance, at least come with some sincerity. This benefits everyone, doesn't it? Or is it that... you actually have no intention of 'alliance' and just came looking for trouble?"
"Who are you?"
Count Baier squinted at Demacia, questioning.
"Tsk... it's that high-and-mighty attitude that irritates me at first sight."
Demacia clicked his tongue.
Then, he beckoned to the players behind him:
"Brothers, tie them up and throw them in the river, let them sober up a bit."
Upon hearing Demacia's command, the other players of Heart of Nature chuckled maliciously and drew their weapons with ill intentions.
However, just at this moment, a voice suddenly scolded from the Imperial Fleet:
"Enough!"
