Chapter 1030: Final chance

Chapter 1030: Final chance



"...Wait, don't kill Jabba!!!" Sakaar's rough shout came quickly and forcefully, fearing that the Lord would rip open the fabric of space and leap through it before he could finish his words.

His shout proved effective; everyone around heard it and froze momentarily before resuming their battles.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"...?!" Even Robin's target halted midair, looking back with eyes filled with fear and disbelief before quickly continuing his flight.

As for Robin, he froze in place and slowly turned toward Sakaar, his eyes wide open. "You, of all people? Have you forgotten what happened to Morin and half of your army? Or do you think I am weak and incapable of doing this myself? ...Give me a reason. If it's something trivial like, Don't do it because I want to kill him myself, then prepare for the consequences." By the end of his sentence, anger had etched itself onto his face.

Prepare for the consequences... Even Sakaar was stunned upon hearing those words!

It was the first time Robin had threatened a high-ranking member of his empire with punishment. Usually, individuals like Caesar, Richard, Sakaar, and even the generals were given allowances for mistakes without facing repercussions. Robin didn't want those around him to feel as though he was lying in wait for their missteps, which would stifle their independent thinking and problem-solving abilities.

But today, he clearly meant his words. During the Shadow Raid, Sakaar had demanded Jabba's execution for his betrayal, particularly for handing over the teleportation arrays to the Great Serpent Empire. But Robin had refused, stating he needed indisputable evidence of Jabba's betrayal, and if found, he would deal with it himself. Today, he had his proof.

This was the final confrontation-there was no room for ambiguity. What value could hints hold now? Even if Jabba stood brazenly on this battlefield and hurled insults at Pythor's lineage, who would dare touch him under Robin's watchful gaze?

("I don't want to seem like a fool if my conclusions are incorrect, so I'd prefer to keep them to myself until proven otherwise,") Sakaar responded tersely. His words were clipped but firm as if weighed down by an unseen burden. ("All I ask is that you grant him one last chance.") Robin remained silent for a moment, his gaze following the faint silhouette of Jabba as it shrank in the distance. The young man with his long, dark braids streaked through the skies with remarkable speed, a blur against the smoky horizon. A few more seconds and even Robin's sharp eyes would lose him.

"Hoo~" Robin exhaled slowly, his breath a mix of exasperation and resignation. He eased back into his throne, its ornate design glowing faintly with stored power. Resting the tip of his black spear against his shoulder, he signaled his reluctant agreement. ("I hope you know what you're doing.")

His voice, though neutral, carried a chilling undertone. The responsibility for Jabba's survival now rested solely with Sakaar, and Robin made no effort to mask the consequences should this decision backfire. Yet deep inside, a quiet sense of relief unfurled within him, like a tightly wound spring finally released.

("I hope he knows what he's doing,") Sakaar replied in a soft murmur, before slipping the sound ring back into his leather pouch and returning his attention to the battle at hand.

A sardonic chuckle broke the tension as Pythor's voice cut through the stillness like a blade. "Hmm, I see you've returned to your seat. Does this mean you've reconsidered killing your disobedient disciple?" His tone dripped with mockery. "Tell me, how does a planetary emperor stoop so low as to heed the barks of a subordinate? That horned fiend bellowed at you, and you simply sat down? Pathetic. Truth Chosens, for all their vaunted wisdom, truly make for laughable rulers."

Robin's lips curled into a faint, humorless smile as he rubbed his temples, the weight of Pythor's provocations an unwelcome distraction. Finally, his golden eyes settled on Pythor, their intensity sharp enough to cut stone.

"Mind your own affairs," Robin said, his tone laced with cold disdain. "You can drape yourself in your gaudy jewels and parade around with hair as garish as your robes but don't think for a moment I'm unaware of how you grovel before your Overlord. Nose to the dirt, chin scraping the ground... even prisoners of war in my empire are treated with more dignity."