Chapter 12 I'll Go With You

She bent her head and cooed beside Roman's ear, while the latter's brow furrowed as he listened, not understanding why she was doing so. But after seeing those lavender eyes that revealed determination, he could only nod in silence.

She was relieved to see him say yes and gestured for Roman to put her down, but as soon as her feet hit the ground she felt a wave of dizziness, she immediately grabbed his thick arm with her backhand and waited for the dizziness to subside.

Only after a long time did she stride proudly and with her head held high to the Hittite army.

Her actions drew unease from Ross and the others behind her, especially Lars, who quickly drew his dagger hidden in his boot. Just as he was poised to charge, he received a powerful blow to the back of his neck, causing him to fall unconsciously into Roman's arms before he could think, .

"Damn Roman, what are you doing?" Seeing this, Opal rushed forward with one step and grabbed Roman's collar, chiding, "Are you crazy? At this time you attack people on our side!"

Roman broke away from his hand, "The queen made me do it."

The stunned crowd looked straight at Artemis in surprise after hearing his reply.

Artemis walked towards the Hittite army, and under her fearless eyes, even the primitive Hittites were shocked.

So they unconsciously fell backwards until they retreated behind their emperor.

Such a scene, not to mention General Clyde, also made Saru surprised. He drove his horse to her, hanging his head down to look at her.

The cold domineering green eyes against the majestic purple eyes, sparks flew in a flash, making everyone watching them break out in a cold sweat. This kind of secret rivalry was more frightening than a real fight.

"Let's talk about a deal!" A soft, moist voice broke the silent stalemate.

Saru sat on his horse and laughed insolently as if she had told a joke.

His maniacal laughter did not frighten her, on the contrary, she also laughed along with him. Unlike his wild laughter, her laughter was clear and melodious, bringing a warm and welcoming feeling.

A silvery bell-like laugh instantly stopped Saru's maniacal laughter as he bent his head and asked in a cold voice, "What are you laughing at?"

"And what are you laughing at?" She asked back.

"I laugh at you, negotiating terms with me as a loser"

"I laugh at you, with your despicable means!"

Her answer abruptly made Saru's face covered with a layer of frost, cold eyes glared at her, "What did you say?"

"I said you won dishonorably, in vain as an emperor!" She glared back at him nonchalantly.

Then there was another moment of silence, and the people of both sides who should have been afraid, noticed something comical; their emperor and queen were glaring at each other with their eyes, as if they were comparing the size of their eyes.

But they did not dare to laugh, but had to hold it in as much as possible, so as not to incur the scourge of killing.

"How did I win dishonorably!" Saru leapt off his horse athletically, his tall figure covering her petite body, and he felt more and more that the woman was really petite.

"You sent someone undercover so you could know exactly where we were going, right?" She tilted her head and said without any fear at all.

Green eyes flashed with surprise, which was the appreciation, Saru pursed his lips, "so you know it."

Numerous sounds of surprise rose and fell, but after that, there was a great confusion among the people of Mandorla.

"You used that brilliantly, even the bravest team can't succeed with a little traitor in them." Her tone was tinged with mockery.

"Traitor?" Roman's mouth opened wide in surprise.