Chapter 165

"Hah." Ragnar let out a laugh. It was so absurd that he wasn't even angry.

"And what is the reason?"

"There is someone I have already chosen to serve."

"You mean that pretentious Emperor?" Ragnar's voice held a trace of anger, but Bjorn shook his head.

"No, it's someone else."

"What?"

"It's me." With a thud, Sylas sat down in a chair. He extended a cup towards the stunned Ragnar. "Pour me a drink already. How long are you going to hog it?"

Ragnar stared at Sylas for a moment.

'Is he crazy?'

At first, when he spoke so casually, Ragnar assumed it was bravado, an attempt to seem strong in front of his overwhelming force. But on closer inspection, it seemed different.

'He shows no fear.'

Neither the title of Chief of Chiefs nor the sight of the massive army seemed to affect the young man before him in the slightest.

Sylas picked up a cup and waved it in front of Ragnar. "The drink."

"…"

"The drink."