"You told the Dusk where the Land of Creation was?"
In the filthy, shattered church, Murphy and Triss were stunned by the Bone-Biting King's final confession. Triss cried out:
"Why would you do that? You call yourself a child of the Creator, so why would you collude with the servants of the Warp?"
"Silence! You insolent slave girl! Can't you see that we noble children of the Creator are discussing the truth of the world? What gives you the right to speak? Commander Murphy has spoiled you rotten. You don't know your place, and now you think you can push your luck?"
The Bone-Biting King turned and scolded her.
Triss's eyes went wide. Good grief! When she'd heard that this guy said Murphy had started "keeping slave girls," she'd sensed something was off. And now it turned out she really was a slave girl in the Bone-Biting King's eyes?
Damn it!
She was a mighty psionic master, the Scarlet Witch who had once struck fear across the continent. And yet, in the eyes of a dead old ghost who'd already been laid in his grave, she was fit only to be a slave?
Murphy couldn't help laughing at the Bone-Biting King's scolding.
Clearly, Fierro was a conceited bastard. He claimed he didn't like being the Creator's dog, but in truth, his origins were probably the identity he was proudest of.
After all, he was a "sacred relic" from the "Golden Age." He had some reason to look down on this weak, chaotic era.
The difference in civilization between the two was simply too great. A security chief from the Golden Age had nearly crushed the civilized factions of this era. Under the circumstances, expecting Fierro to show much respect to a Vampire Duke was obviously unrealistic.
Even setting aside his