Both Ashara and Jiowana's eyes widened in shock as their weapons shattered against the beggar's bare arms. They leaped back, their faces twisting with fury as they glared at Javier.
"Who are you!?" Ashara demanded, her voice sharp and accusing.
Javier slowly lowered his arms before turning to glance at them from the side, his eyes calm but carrying a cold, dangerous edge as he spoke, his voice low and controlled.
"Both of you are stupid."
His words cut through the tension like a blade.
"You should have known better than to endanger innocent lives. If you really wanted to punish me, you could have simply captured me first, put a sword to my neck, and dragged me away. But instead, you decided to attack first and think later."
Ashara gritted her jaw, her face flushing with anger as she shouted again. "Just answer the damn question!"
Jiowana's fury boiled over, her voice shaking with rage. "You defiled our princess! You will pay for this!"
