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“Then why are you so full of yourself after losing a war to my kingdom?” I asked, locking my gaze with his, determined to convey my disdain. The air between us crackled with tension, a palpable mix of pride and resentment that threatened to engulf the conversation. His eyes flickered with indignation, revealing a flurry of emotions beneath his carefully maintained composure. “Th-that—that was only because of your Royal Commander at that time!” he stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush. “If it weren’t for him, we could have won that war. We even extended an invitation to him, offering a grand mansion, vast treasures, and the prestigious title of Duke of our Kingdom to serve as our commander. But he refused! If he had only accepted our offer, we could have dominated the world by now wi