The Emperor had achieved a crushing defeat in his conversation with Oll Persson.
He had been left speechless, his explanations dissected by Oll Persson's knife-sharp gaze.
The Emperor reached out with his psychic power toward the Imperial Palace on Terra and instantly brought a Custodian clad in gleaming golden armor to this place.
Lox froze, unable to understand what Neoth was trying to do.
Was he planning to have the Custodian physically silence Oll Persson? He wondered whether this first Warmaster could fight.
"My guard, debate this gentleman on my behalf."
"He has remained unwilling to believe what I have said. There is no use saying more."
The Emperor spoke to the summoned Custodian. The perfect product of alchemy immediately nodded solemnly and stepped between the Emperor and Oll Persson.
Lox:...
Malcador:...
"So you couldn't win the argument, so you called in outside help to speak for you?" Lox stared in utter disbelief. He could not understand why the Emperor became so... flustered whenever he faced Oll Persson.
This undignified behavior was no different from a second-grade child getting bullied, then bringing in his middle-schooler brother to regain some face.
"Oll Persson, I must correct a conceptual error of yours." The Custodian seemed to have received the Emperor's recent memories and immediately began the debate.
Custodians were perfect in every regard. They were not merely the most loyal and dependable guards, but also eloquent debaters, artists, and historians.
"The reason my lord displayed unusual emotional fluctuations toward you was not because of you. In my lord's eyes, you are not irreplaceable."
"It was purely because my lord realized how astonishing it was, on a cosmic scale, that you could appear before him. You had to appear at this moment, in this place. It involved the united efforts of countless parties