Salute To The General

Soon after Nathan and the rest took a seat in the great hall, a burst of clear laughter echoed in the hall. Following suit, a tall figure approached them, leading a group of servants behind him. "Mr. and Mrs. Cross! Thank you for your patience. Have you been waiting long?"

Before Szymon had even reached the group, his loud and authoritative voice reverberated in the hall.

Nathan, Penny, and the others turned simultaneously to the source of the voice. Szymon, who was dressed smartly, approached them with a huge smile on his face.

Szymon had an attractive figure. His blond hair, blue eyes, and sideburns gave him a noble aura, as well as a domineering attitude that most nobility lack.

Perhaps that was his character that was shaped since young with the number of killings in his younger years.

Nathan and Penny stood up politely.

Just as Nathan and Penny were sizing Szymon up, he was also evaluating Nathan with great interest.

Truth be told, Szymon had long heard about Nathan, especially the story where Nathan had singlehandedly defeated the Coalition Army consisting of elites from eighteen countries. He had even lost count of the times he had heard people recounting the story. However, he had always scoffed at the story. In fact, he was even downright suspicious of Nathan's capabilities.

He firmly believed that Nathan was not as powerful as the rumors made him out to be. He believed that those Nathan had defeated had intentionally exaggerated his power so that they would not get in too much trouble for their failures.

That day was the first time Szymon met Nathan face to face.

He was taken aback to see how young Nathan appeared to be. He is just slightly over thirty!

If Nathan were to walk on the street, he might mistake Nathan for an ordinary young soldier. He would have never believed that Nathan was once the Commander-in-Chief of the North Army, much less the current president and Chief Military Governor of Eurasia. "It's an honor to have you here, Mr. and Mrs. Cross!"

With a grin, Szymon stretched out his hand to Nathan.

tell that Szymon was faking his friendliness. However, Eurasia was well-known for upholding etiquette. Moreover, there was a saying in

was acting polite, Nathan smiled and stretched

about you, Your Grace. I hope we're not disturbing Your Grace with

grip to

his hand. The force was strong enough

shock, Nathan still maintained a relaxed

secretly increased

had increased his strength, his enormous strength vanished into thin air the moment

moment, Szymon no longer looked down on Nathan for he could

the same time, his competitive spirit was stirred

his eyes as he initiated another burst of energy onto

force was focused on Nathan's hand. It was as powerful as

Nathan's expression darkened slightly.

not play such childish games with Szymon. However, he kept tightening his grip, wanting to show off his power and authority. His ignorant pride was the last straw. Nathan's

force surged toward

Crack'. Crack!

Szymon cracked, extending outward like the petals of a lotus

was startled. Fear

had gone numb from the rippling force emanating from Nathan's arm, causing him to almost let out a

his tongue just

he relaxed his grip and ended the challenge