Vyra responded, [Sorry, I am already too busy leading the long-range unit, but I will try.]
Translation: she doesn't give a shit. As the daughter of the poison lord, she could outright refuse Lucien's request without needing to give him any face. In fact, she did not even have to attend this war, but she did so to grow stronger, not to entertain the arrogant prince's request.
Lucien could only show a polite smile while cursing the annoying bitch in his mind; the Poison Lord was too protective of his daughter. If he dared to be rude to her, there would be too much unnecessary trouble. Not to mention, Heinz Gil would be too damn furious.
To his frustration, his dear cousin sent an even more infuriating reply, [You can go fuck yourself.]
Lucien frowned, [What the hell is wrong with you, Ken?]
Ken Dusker scoffed, [You can order around someone else, I'm not interested.]
