"I'm done wasting time playing political games with them."
Using one of the corpses, Phield wiped the filthy blood from his sword.
"This isn't the first time. What these idiots do best is drag you down to their level of stupidity, then beat you with experience."
Back during the suppression campaign, he had still been full of ideals and fantasies. In the end, the only person he could rely on was himself.
"Exactly." Ophelia crossed her arms over her chest. "If they were actually trustworthy, the Empire wouldn't have rotted into this state."
"You saw it yourself. I can't be bothered with schemes and plots anymore. I hate the feeling of walking on thin ice, especially when dealing with fools who are far weaker than me yet still don't know their place."
Phield flicked his sword, drawing a sharp flower of steel before pointing it cleanly at Egge.
"Submit or die."
Terrified beyond words, Egge's legs gave out beneath him and he dropped to his knees.
