Dimar still wore a disdainful expression. "My lord Duke, he's only a mage. At most, a few more soldiers will die. In your eyes, aren't these soldiers just a bunch of numbers?"
"How dare you!" Torrey suddenly roared. "Father has toiled his entire life—was it not all for the sake of the whole family? You worthless thing, from childhood until now, what contribution have you ever made to this family? And you still have the nerve to spout such shameless nonsense here?"
"Big Brother, everyone in the family knows how loyal and devoted you are. You don't need to keep reminding me that you're the heir to this family. I have no interest whatsoever in this so-called family."
Dimar's arrogant attitude directly enraged Torrey. Staring at him, Torrey said in a deep voice, "Fine, fine, fine. You're getting bolder by the day. You're only this reckless because Michelangelo has always indulged you!"
"Please, can we be reasonable? You have plenty of men under you, so bring them all out and let me see. Whether you all come at me together or take turns is up to you. If I take even one step back, I'll be your grandson!"
"Enough!" Michelangelo stood up at once. "Dimar, stop talking!"
Dimar sneered but said nothing. Of the three people here, Michelangelo was the only one he was willing to show a little respect to. He glanced at Michelangelo, wondering what he intended to say.
"Father, Dimar is still young and not quite sensible yet. But since Angel has run away, there is nothing more to be done about that. I have something else to report: August escaped from the Church. That's right—the man Bradman trusted so deeply before. The Holy See is extremely anxious now. Even Saga and Mu have been punished because