"Klaist, I, Fatis, in the name of the Elf Race's Grand Elder, hereby sentence you to death on the spot for concealing military intelligence and placing the Elf Race in danger!" His momentum reached its peak as Fatis raised a hand and struck toward Klaist's head.
Klaist's eyes nearly split with rage. Faced with the incoming palm, he neither dodged nor evaded. "No! I am not a criminal! I dared to do this because I am one hundred percent certain I can defeat the Zerg!!" With an unwilling roar, Klaist thought he was doomed...
"Whoosh!" Yet the Grand Elder's palm stopped an inch above his head.
"One hundred percent certain? What bold words!" Fatis ceased his attack, withdrew his right hand and his imposing aura, then turned and walked out of the command room. "I'll give you command. I want to see how you intend to defeat the Zerg with one hundred percent certainty!"
Klaist's eyes widened even further. "W-Why? You... haven't you always been suppressing me?"
"Why? I am the Grand Elder of the Elf Race. I dare say I care even more about the Elf Race's future than Her Majesty the Empress. Suppressing you? You thought I suppressed you because you are Her Majesty's younger brother, because the Council of Elders conflicts with the Empress's authority. That is merely your own self-righteous assumption. I intervened in the Empress's authority because I believe that while Her Majesty can lead the Elf Race in development, she is far too indecisive in military matters. Of course, if you can prove this time that you are an outstanding commander, not only will I not hinder your rise, I will support you unconditionally! After all, I am the Grand Elder—the Grand Elder of the Elf Race!!"
Fatis's back vanished beyond the door, leaving