It's A Really Tough Nail

The foreigner's blunt and direct remark caught the Great General off guard. Could his thoughts really be read so easily from his expression?

'Bullshit!'

The barbarian was confident in his acting skills. Even the most horrific torture wouldn't make him crack a smile if he decided to keep his cards close to his chest. It was all a bluff! But even if it wasn't, he wasn't scared.

"What misunderstanding?" Radahn responded evenly, raising an indifferent eyebrow as he strode confidently toward his seat among the other generals.

At the moment, all key military officers were seated around a large round table, covered with a sprawling map of Twyluxia, dotted with pieces and figurines marking the latest known positions of each army corps. Of course, there wasn't seating for everyone; the majority stood behind their superiors or listened silently from a distance.