Chapter 111: And So, the Demon King Drew the Holy Sword

If a single apostle had shown up, Konstantin's nerves would have been on edge, his mind racing with strategies for an immediate response.

Had there been two, he would have already been calculating the quickest escape routes, ready to grab Yuffie and dash at a moment's notice.

But facing three, four, or even all seven apostles simultaneously, Konstantin found himself surprisingly calm, even indulging in an attempt at humor with Princess Yuffie by his side. The gravity of their situation somehow seemed less dire with the full assembly of his adversaries before him, perhaps because the predictability of their presence provided a strange comfort.

Yuffie spoke up, recalling their conversation from the previous evening. "I remember what you said last night, that the demons wouldn't trouble themselves over a place as inconsequential as Ilinor. You said that, should they choose to strike, it would be the Empire facing their wrath."