Chapter 200: The Redania Empire (8) Offer Rejected
As Lyan’s grip tightened around his sword and the flames of his rage threatened to consume him, a faint sensation of a gentle hand holding him back caressed his consciousness. Simultaneously, ethereal voices echoed within the depths of his mind, a chorus of wisdom and caution.
"You might be capable, or even more than capable, of defeating them and the Duke, but I believe it won’t be a wise course of action, Lyan," whispered the soothing voice of Hestia, her words contained calculation and value of a great spirit.
Arturia’s regal tone resonated with unwavering authority, "It is unwise to do so, indeed. Consider the consequences carefully, master."
Lilith’s voice interjected, a gentle lilt smoothing the tumult within Lyan’s thoughts, "Calm down, master. Rash actions will not lead to the outcome you desire the most."
The high spirits’ voices, a symphony of reason, quelled Lyan’s fury in an instant, as if he had regained his senses in the blink of an eye. In that fleeting moment, his mind reevaluated the situation, predicting the dire consequences that could follow his impulsive outburst.
"Hmm... After giving it some thought, engaging in a head-on war would prove too troublesome and inefficient, I suppose. I must rein in my emotions," Lyan mused to himself, the sound of his inner voice clear and resolute.
As Lyan closed his eyes, a hush fell upon the room, Darian, his men, and even Wilhelmina and the others watched with wary anticipation. Every subtle movement and action Lyan made was scrutinized, their senses attuned to the shifting tides within the warrior’s soul.
Lyan’s calm words floated through the air, each syllable carrying the weight of wisdom and self-reflection. His voice, as serene as a still lake, resonated with an undeniable aura of intelligence, control, and charisma. It was the voice of a leader, a voice that inspired trust and respect.
"I must ask for forgiveness," Lyan spoke with graceful humility, his gaze fixed upon Darian. "My emotions have been running high lately, perhaps due to the unfamiliarity of this cold land." His tone remained composed, his words measured.
With the same effortless ease with which he had cast aside his earlier rage, Lyan exhaled deeply, revealing once more the peaceful countenance that had captivated so many. "I understand your concerns, and I appreciate your caution. But rest assured, I have weighed the consequences and I am confident in my ability to handle the situation."
Darian, his expression a blend of relief and admiration, nodded solemnly. "I-I see... If that is the path you have chosen, then I have no other options to consider. It is a great honor to be in the presence of the hero who led the uprising against the goblin king," he said, his fist crossing his chest in a show of respect.