Hearing the intense killing intent hidden in Astrid's words, Grant, lying on the stretcher, felt his eyelids twitch. If Elise hadn't merely severed his tendons, he would almost have thought he'd misheard.
This silver-haired, red-eyed, coldly beautiful Regent… could she really dare to kill him now…
In terms of status, Grant was a duke of the Kingdom of Velys, an exalted existence second only to one, above tens of thousands. In terms of strength, he was an early tier Arcanist Mage, standing at the pinnacle of the magical realm.
Those bottom-tier soldiers, knights, great knights, Sorcerers, even command-level Magnus, if they died, they died. At most it can be counted as unavoidable wartime losses, a price both sides can accept.
But if he died, the situation would undoubtedly escalate. The other nobles, seeing that even someone as powerful and noble as he was not spared by Astrid Calliste, would surely develop resistance, afraid they might become the second to die at her hands.
