I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

One of Ian’s brows rose slightly.

Olaf kept his lips pressed tight as their gazes locked.

"Huh."

"Has he lost his mind?"

Gasps rippled across the walls. The kneeling soldiers now stared up at Olaf in open shock.

That was when the corner of Ian’s mouth curled faintly. "Hmm…"

Before Ian could finish his low exhale, the princess’s voice cut in. "What exactly do you mean by that? Are you suggesting a trial by duel, here and now?"

"Stand back, Your Highness." Olaf tore his gaze from Ian with visible effort and looked down at Seras, his brow furrowed. "This is a sacred tradition of the North."

Seras’s expression tightened further.