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Voran decided to look at the two prisoners who possessed great power after resting and enjoying the serenity of the palace's backyard. He required both of them and desired that they be under his command.

His military strength would be greatly enhanced by their combined abilities. He didn't have the least bit of doubt in his mind. Furthermore, Selek Valaunter possesses military abilities comparable to Veus, as well as a high level of cultivation. Voran was drawn to them solely because of these two factors.

Voran heard the two of them talking inside the prison and waited for it to end before revealing himself. As soon as he appeared, he looked at Selek Valaunter, who had a gloomy and deadly expression on his face.

"Selek Valaunter, the famous Arannor Kingdom's Old General. The only marshal in charge of the entire kingdom's military. You were defeated by Grim Larsson and ended up here. Valaunter, how are you feeling right now?" Voran inquired of Selek Valaunter calmly and with a keen interest in him.

Selek Valaunter didn't respond, instead snorting coldly and looking at him with eyes fiercer than a beast's. In a single breath, his aura grew colder, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. When Voran saw him, he didn't change. He didn't care what Selek Valaunter was thinking right now.

"I'm sure you're upset about the loss. A defeat that resulted in disaster for your kingdom, resulting in the death of the King and his family. You should, however, be familiar with Valaunter. They did die on my orders, but I was able to save your family. Your family's fate is now in your hands; you have control over their life and death. Are you still loyal to the destroyed kingdom, or are you clinging to the new one?"

Voran exuded a triumphant smile as he stood tall. His eyes gave off a different kind of pressure as well. His calm demeanor, as if he was in command of everything and knew exactly what Selek Valaunter was going to say, made anyone who saw him uncomfortable and depressed.

Mival Belloc listened to Voran's words and couldn't help but wonder about his family's fate. He was immediately overwhelmed by feelings of powerlessness and helplessness. He wished he had died in the previous war instead of being in this situation. He had no intention of reneging on his commitment. However, when he recalls the fate of his family, his emotions become erratic.

"How does that relate to my family?" They are they, and I am I. You can manipulate them however you want, but you can't manipulate me. It cannot and will never be. My sword is only for those who deserve my service, and you are not one of them!" Valaunter's voice was hoarse and booming.

Valaunter's words had no effect on Voran. He was well aware that the situation would always deteriorate at this point. He just looked at him with a pity look on his face, the same look he had when he saw an ant. "Didn't you think I was going to kill you and then your family? I don't think I'm that low. At the very least, I'll skin your family in front of your eyes and leave you alone. Well… I'm curious to see how you get through that hell. You are a tough individual, and someone with your attitude is exactly what I am looking for."

Voran remained composed in the face of a Valaunter who was stubborn and unwilling to give up on him despite the fact that he was already in an unavoidable situation. Voran was unaffected by the change in situation caused by the Valaunter's aura, which occurred in the blink of an eye.

Despite the fact that he had already broken through and was at the same stage as Valaunter, he could sense a degree of difference that made him unmoved. He saw Valaunter and Mival Belloc inside the fairly narrow prison... even though his focus remained on Valaunter. Mival Belloc was not ignored by Voran.

He required everyone who was talented, regardless of their situation. Despite the fact that the two men in front of him were enemies, he needed their talents to solidify his strength and control. He didn't hesitate to offer them both a position that suited their abilities as long as they were both willing to accept his offer.

Voran noticed the shift in Valaunter's expression. His wrinkled face still exuded an unmistakable sense of pressure. It would have been difficult for him to be in front of the Valaunter if he hadn't broken through. Despite this, he believed that if there was a positive change in Valaunter. He had the impression that the man was thinking about what he had just said.

Voran paced back and forth, his gaze shifting between Valaunter and Mival Belloc. He deduced what they were about to do based on their expressions. He's been doing it for a long time. He didn't ask again, instead quietly observing the two of them.

As he accompanied Voran into the prison, Hainz broke out in cold sweat. As he watched the situation unfold, he couldn't help but gulp whenever he felt the weight of the air around them change.

Voran kept an eye on Valaunter and Mival Belloc. He was aware that one of them had made a decision, and that it had occurred after he arrived at the location. That, however, was not what he had hoped for. Voran wished Valaunter would melt and join him. Unfortunately, that did not occur. Only Mival Belloc made the decision to follow him.

"Are you sure you didn't do anything to my family?" Mival Belloc had only been concerned about one thing since he was apprehended and imprisoned. He was concerned about his family. He couldn't relax because he didn't know what was going on with his family.

Voran listened to him and smiled when he noticed Mival Belloc's vulnerable and worried expression. "You can rest easy because they are your guarantee as long as you are in prison. All I need to know is how you feel about me. Now that I've seen them, I can assure you that they'll still be alive."

Voran didn't feel burdened by what he said to Mival Belloc. Those who saw him felt a cold aura emanating from his warm smile. Voran appeared to be two-faced, according to Valaunter. With a warm smile, he said something cruel.

Even though he smiled, his eyes shone with a soul-piercing coldness. His stare was both frightening and intimidating. Mival Belloc, who had hoped at first, believed that everything could change in the blink of an eye. He was certain that if Voran had just followed through on his initial decision, he would have killed his entire family.

Despite the fact that Voran did not make him an offer directly or explicitly. Voran's words to Valaunter seemed to be directed at him as well. As a result, he deliberated carefully; he couldn't make a mistake that would lead to his demise. If he had to make the decision on his own, he would not hesitate to stick with his original choice. However, nothing lived up to his expectations.

"There is no need for you to be concerned about your family situation, Mival Belloc. They are still alive and safe. Now all you have to do is devote all of your energy and mind to serving me. I am your King; fight for both me and my people." Voran turned to face Mival Belloc, who was looking at him with skepticism.

As Mival Belloc stared at Voran, Voran could see the doubt in his eyes. When he saw it, he quickly returned his gaze to Valaunter, who was still in his starting position. His expression did change slightly, but not significantly. Voran let out a small sigh at the sight. He knew it would be difficult to break down Valaunter's defenses.

"They... the Arannor Kingdom's residents will be my people, and I will not discriminate against them. As a result, you must fight for them on my behalf in order to bring glory and victory to the Kingdom of Salauster! Keep that in mind, Belloc. The Kingdom and King may change, but the citizens and people will not!"