The Angry Sun

Adrian did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned to Duke Hawke and asked coldly, "Did you bring them here? Have you truly betrayed the allied forces?"

His gaze was sharp, like scorching sunlight, as though it could burn through the other man's bloated body at any moment.

Duke Hawke hid behind the towering Titan Divine Descendant, his face caught between fear and fury. He snapped, "His Majesty Otis contacted me first! Everything I did was for the Seleucia Kingdom!"

"For Seleucia?"

Adrian sneered and looked at the duke with contempt. "I think it was for your ducal title."

"So what if it was? Aren't all of you former nobles?" Duke Hawke spread his arms and retorted loudly.

"Can't you see it yet? Those Imperial People never intended to restore our former status! That Red Dragon is pissing everywhere like a dog in heat, trying to turn the Seleucia Kingdom into its territory!"

Duke Hawke cursed furiously, spittle flying everywhere, while the opponents in the hall argued back on solid grounds.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Federico Hawke! You're nothing but a spoiled brat who only gets to stand here because of your old noble title. What right do you have to spout such nonsense?"

"You stupid pig! You actually brought in these shameless Kassand people!"

Faced with their accusations, Hawke wore a strange smile. "I merely did the same thing as you and chose to rely on someone stronger. At least I did not choose, like your Duke Adrian, to become some beast's dog."

Then he turned around and looked pleadingly at the robed woman. "Lady Gaunt, I believe these nobles led by Adrian have already had their minds bewitched by that evil dragon. We should cut them down at once. The Empire's Chief Minister will be visiting in a few days,