Chapter 62: Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Chapter 62: Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Mork looked at Airael and continued, “The sea has always been chaotic; even at its peak, the merfolk never truly conquered it.”

Airael smiled and replied, “You’re not wrong there. But I never said I wanted to conquer the sea; I just want to establish the order I envision upon it. Conquering the sea? Not my cup of tea right now.”

Mork was momentarily speechless and could only remain silent for a bit.

Saji cast a glance at him and asked, “Mork, after all we’ve talked about, what do you think of my proposal?”

“I have to admit, it is quite tempting. But I’ll reiterate, gaining our loyalty isn’t going to be that easy.”

“What do you need me to do then?” Airael inquired.

“First, you need enough strength.”

Mork responded.

“I’m rather confident in my strength.”

Airael smiled brightly at Mork.

Although she wasn’t at Avalon now and her powers were somewhat diminished, the enhancements from the Tree of Life over the years remained.

So, Saji was confident about facing Mork.

In an instant, Saji let her momentum flow towards Mork.

Feeling the aura radiating from Airael, Mork’s expression changed.

He never expected that in just a few years, Airael would undergo such a significant leap in power.

At the same time, Mork finally understood why the Elven Lords suddenly pledged their loyalty to Airael.

Airael’s current strength was formidable; she was now at the pinnacle of this world, on par with him.

While this world was rife with schemes and intrigues, in the end, it still boiled down to raw power.

The so-called schemes were merely tricks built on top of order.

Once that order collapses and the world descends into chaos, those weaker beings who only know how to scheme will truly face the horrific reality of the world.

“How do you find my strength? Do you want to feel it for real?”

Airael smiled and asked Mork.

Faced with Airael’s playful taunt, Mork brushed aside some of his thoughts and displayed a smile brimming with fighting spirit as he said, “Since Your Majesty has graciously invited me, then refusing would indeed be disrespectful to Your Majesty’s kindness.”

As a warrior, encountering someone like Airael, who could genuinely match him, was a delightful surprise for Mork.

Previously, those who fought with him had always used a strategy of overwhelming him with numbers.

Bullying the few with the many.

Yet even so, it was tough to defeat him.

But things shifted with Airael.

Before, Airael caught his attention by repeatedly defeating him alongside those humans, and now she could compete with him on her own strength, compelling him to pledge allegiance to her.

“It looks like we’re going to have a match.”

Airael grinned back.

Her previous skirmishes with the Elven Lords had only been a warm-up; to truly gauge her prowess, she needed to battle someone of Mork’s caliber.

This question was equally vital for Airael, allowing her to chart her own power levels.

“Your Majesty!”

Seeing Airael gearing up to duel Mork, and even considering a one-on-one, Celia exclaimed worriedly, “You can’t do this! You’re putting yourself in danger!”

Aurora said nothing, but her gaze was filled with similar concerns for Airael.

At that moment, her sparkling eyes seemed to urge Airael not to proceed.

“General!”

On the other side, Amons also looked at his commander with worry, shouting, “You can’t fight her! What if something happens?”

He and Celia, along with Aurora, shared the same thoughts.

On the battlefield, their Dark Elves needed their general’s formidable strength to provide support—letting her step into the frontline was out of the question.

But now, even if it was to refuse Airael, wasn’t it excessive to risk everything?

Earlier, beside Mork, Amons had already sensed Airael’s enhanced power and knew she was no longer comparable to her past self.

Now she was a match for their general.

This was a very reckless move.

“Celia, Aurora, don’t worry about me. This battle will be no different from the last—I won’t lose.”

As Airael reassured her bodyguards, Mork was doing the same.

“Amons, if I’m choosing to do this, I have my reasons. Please don’t pry too much.”

For a moment, it felt like the roles of bodyguard and master had reversed.

“Yes! General.”

With no other choice, Amons could only comply.

He felt quite frustrated.

Why did their commander always like to do such unreliable things?

The earlier support for the Orcs had been the same.

While they initially achieved great results, that was merely due to surprise attacks, and didn’t they end up losing afterward?

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Celia and Aurora shared the same sentiment.

They couldn’t refuse the requests posed by their charge.

Even if it meant facing a dangerously sacred duel with an enemy.

As bodyguards, they’d even have to step in to maintain this fight if necessary.

Having persuaded her trusted aides, Airael and Mork exchanged smiles before she addressed her followers, “Celia, Aurora, keep your distance to avoid any collateral damage.”

“And you keep your distance too, Amons.”

“Got it!”

The three elves replied in unison and stepped back.

The negotiation scene was suddenly left with just Airael and Mork.

At this moment, Mork looked at Airael and remarked, “Your Majesty, while your strength is impressive now, don’t underestimate others; otherwise, it could lead to significant trouble.”

Though he was advising Airael, he possibly aimed to showcase his own abilities.

He had been in this field for many years; Airael was merely a newcomer.

“I understand. But since I dared to come and challenge you, it means I have that confidence.”

Airael replied nonchalantly, not engaging in any verbal sparring with Mork as she had before.

Ultimately, it all came down to the battle results between the two to settle the matter.

The winner reigns, the loser is the foe!