"We will not compromise. The Empire will not release prisoners."
Marquis Barton lowered his gaze. His pupils were an incomparably vivid emerald green, while the golden rings at their edges continually contracted and spun, as though drawing in the radiance of the sun overhead. "But the Guide Knight is a young talent of our Empire. His life is worth more than a hundred Dragon-Worshiping Cult lackeys."
His tone was detached, as though he cared nothing for any of it and was only speaking out of duty. "So handle it as we always have. Withdraw our people and give them the tools to break out of prison."
"If they escape, that is their own capability. If they fail, leave them to Oak Master and the others. Do not keep them in our own hands—too hot to handle, and too tiresome."
"Yes."
The Magnetic Light Knight bowed respectfully. "I shall take my leave."
"Wait."
However, Marquis Barton stopped the commander of his own knightly order. He tilted his head slightly, signaling for the Magnetic Light Knight to come closer.
The knight's body trembled faintly, but he still walked over to the Marquis. At Marquis Barton's gesture, he stood shoulder to shoulder with him and looked toward the sun at the zenith of the sky.
A bank of clouds drifted past, veiling the Blazing Sun. Shadows fell over both their faces as the old general said calmly, "Chris, how many years have you followed me?"
"Twenty-five years, General."
The Magnetic Light Knight lowered his head. "I have never forgotten."
"Very good. You have followed me for twenty-five years... From apprentice to now, there is no one I trust more."
The Marquis gave the knight a long, deep look, then reached out and patted his back. "There are spies in the Governor's Mansion. I