Truth cannot be killed!
Those words exploded deep within Zephlin's soul like the terrifying might of heaven, like a thunderclap!
He could feel that the family-first ideals Lord Meshal had constantly instilled in him, and the beliefs he had built up from childhood onward, were utterly fragile before the ideals Felix upheld—so fragile that they could not withstand a single blow!
"Lord Zephlin, you're wavering..."
Seeing this, Felix Jin pressed his advantage and took another step forward.
His voice was clearly utterly steady, yet somehow it made Zephlin feel an immense pressure, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart!
"I..." Zephlin's breathing grew rapid. His eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his head painfully, struggling all the while. He clenched his fists, veins bulging across his fair skin. "Stop talking, Felix. Let's end this here. I can pretend none of this happened and that I didn't hear anything."
He was the hope of the Montoya Family, the successor Lord Meshal had devoted himself to cultivating.
How could he? How could he? How could he...? Absolutely not!
"Why should I stop? We—and Commorragh, and the Aeldari—have been silent for long enough!"
Looking at Zephlin, who seemed to be retreating in pain, Felix Jin did not grant his wish. Not only did he refuse to shut his mouth, but his voice rose even higher. "Zephlin! Open your eyes and look! Look at our home! Look at our people! Look at everything here! Is this... truly the ideal you once held?"
"Enough, Felix. Stop talking..."
Facing Felix Jin's relentless advance, Zephlin clearly held the higher status and position, yet he seemed to be the one on the defensive, driven back step by step by the pressure radiating from Felix.
"Is that your answer, Zephlin?"
Deep disappointment showed in Felix's