"...Would you like to join my Third Army?"
"....???" Holak's eyes snapped open abruptly at those words. He turned toward Aro, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. His lips twitched slightly, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. Then, gradually, it shifted—first into a faint smirk, then into an unmistakable grin. The grin turned into suppressed chuckles, which quickly escalated into a full-blown fit of laughter, "Pfff—HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
His deep, thunderous laughter echoed through the rocky terrain, shaking his broad shoulders as he clutched his stomach.
"....." Sandria furrowed her brows tightly at this dramatic reaction. Even the three sorceresses who stood nearby exchanged glances. They had anticipated a refusal, perhaps even an insult—but not this. Even if he wasn't interested, wasn't this response a little excessive?
