Chapter 195 I myself am enough.

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Nora crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Roblan, though there was no real heat behind it. "You're imagining things," she said firmly. "Jolthar and I are just... colleagues. That's it." Jolthar's smirk widened as he leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. The tension that had gripped the room moments ago had dissolved into something lighter, though the weight of their situation still loomed in the background. He glanced at Nora, who was glaring at him with a mix of shock and indignation, and decided to push her buttons just a little further. "No, if I have to say," Jolthar began, his tone deliberately casual, "you're more like my stepdaughter." Nora's eyes widened, her brows twisting in pure disbelief. For a moment, she seemed unable to process what he had just said. Then, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "What the fuck are you talking about?" she snapped, her voice rising an octave. Jolthar's smirk didn't waver. In fact, it only grew more pronounced. "Well," he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness, "if I marry your mother, then you would become my stepdaughter." He emphasized the last word, drawing it out as if savouring the absurdity of the statement. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, "You should call me father."@@@@ Roblan, who had been watching the exchange with growing amusement, couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He burst out laughing, clutching his sides as tears streamed down his face. "Oh, by the gods," he managed to say between laughs, "this is too much!" Roblan nodded, his expression mirroring Jolthar's seriousness. "We don't have the men," he said, his voice low. "Not after the last battle. Most of our soldiers are still recovering, and the ones who are fit to fight... we can't afford to send them away. Not with the construction going on. We need them." Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire Jolthar sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know," he said. "But if we don't comply, the Empire will see it as defiance. And we can't afford that, not with the Ministry already breathing down our necks." The two men sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their predicament pressing down on them. The County of Godeylet was a dangerous place, especially now, with the Chittera gathering their forces. Sending men there would be a death sentence for many of them, and it would leave the Barony of Tekkora vulnerable. But defying the Emperor's decree was not an option. Jolthar sat up straighter, his expression hardening with resolve. The weight of the Empire's demands and the scrutiny of the envoys had pressed upon him, but he would not be crushed under it. His decision was made. "I will go by myself," he declared, his voice firm. "My drake and I are enough—more than enough." Roblan's eyes widened in shock. "What?! You can't do that! If you go alone, they'll label us traitors for failing to meet the decree. The Empire won't just let this slide." Jolthar smirked, leaning back slightly. "Don't worry. If they get the results they want, they won't yap about it." Roblan was still shaking his head, unconvinced. "Still, we should at least send a hundred or so men. Even if they're not fully trained, it'll show that we're complying with the order." Jolthar dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "No need. I am three hundred men myself. My drake is healed, and we'll be ready for whatever they throw at us." Roblan stared at him, his expression torn between disbelief and admiration. "Are you serious?" Jolthar nodded, with his casual demeanour. Like it was some play he was going into. He didn't seem worried about the whole situation, unlike Roblan.

Chapter 195 I myself am enough.

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