Chapter 378. The Return (3)
Every diplomat in the room was drenched in cold sweat. Not one of them could keep calm.
"Please, continue as you were," Caron said with a pleasant smile. "Talk freely. I'll just be listening."
He said it as if he meant it, but everyone knew better. None of them believed that those words were genuine. Guillotine held their attention.
Caron Leston was the hero who had saved the continent, the strongest being of the current era. Yet to these diplomats, those grand titles meant little. What filled their thoughts were the countless moments when this madman had shown them exactly what kind of creature he was.
Never speak freely in front of him.
He's insane.
One wrong word, and I'm dead.
Caron was the kind of man who would draw his sword without hesitation and act like a deranged executioner if provoked. The common folk still thought Caron was a righteous hero, but those who dealt in politics knew better. They knew exactly what sort of time bomb sat before them—one that could explode at the smallest touch.
And the only question was how big the explosion would be.
Rumor had it that Caron had even started a rebellion to bring down the real powers of the Holy Kingdom. He was a madman crazy enough to rebel in the heart of a great nation. He was the one who led the Demon Realm expedition to success and proved his own strength. If one got on his bad side, the entire leadership of a nation could be replaced overnight.
Caron casually rolled his shoulder and said, "I sustained a few injuries during the Demon Realm expedition. My muscles act up sometimes. So if I happen to draw my sword or swing it by reflex, I'll ask for your understanding in advance."
It was a direct threat, barely disguised as a joke. Caron smirked wickedly as his gaze swept over the trembling diplomats.