A Battle of Mount Ararat, Thunder Warriors-Have You Forgotten the Dream of Unifying Terra?!

How about witnessing nine years of compulsory dragon-slaying education?

Alvin pondered inwardly, ignoring Corillion's humble, fawning demeanor as he walked straight to the two guards kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed.

"Mi—My lord..."

The two mixed-blood Dark Eldar guards trembled fearfully, lowering their heads even further until they touched the ground. Their humility was tinged with terror.

"There's no need to fear me." Alvin controlled his voice, creating a gentle tone. He slowly bent down and patted them on the shoulders. "This is your duty. You don't need to be afraid. You did very well, and I thank you for what you've done for Commorragh. I should be the one thanking you."

The two guards grew even more terrified.

Looking at the two trembling men, Alvin could only sigh helplessly.

Fear of pure-blooded nobles was an instinct carved into the depths of the souls of these lowly, mixed-blood Dark Eldar.

Changing that in a short time would be extremely difficult. Fortunately, Alvin had never truly intended to help them. His goal was to throw Commorragh into chaos—the more chaotic, the better. Ideally, the nobles at the top would become consumed by internal strife. That was the outcome he wanted to see.

As for what consequences this would bring upon these people—sorry, that was not within the scope of his considerations.

After all, he was a human supremacist.

"Get up. I won't punish you."

Alvin's voice was gentle, tinged with deep regret. "What a pity. You are the true heroes who have sacrificed yourselves for Commorragh, spilling your lives, yet—never receiving the treatment you deserve. Alas."

After saying that, he maintained an air of mystery and entered the passage while the two guards stood there in a daze.

What had this great noble said?

That they were the true