"Oh my, Sauros, you seem rather unconvinced!"
Darius, the bald, fat pig, looked down mockingly at Sauros as he knelt on the floor.
"Darius!!!"
"What kind of joke is this? Why should anyone be held responsible for a natural disaster?"
Sauros's beard and hair bristled, and his booming voice made the hall reverberate.
After the Teleportation Incident, he had exhausted himself working for his displaced subjects, even resolving to empty the House Boreas coffers to rebuild the Fittoa Region.
He had devoted all his energy and wealth to his people, only for this to be the result?!!
He was Sauros! The kingdom's lion!! He refused to accept this!!!
"You insolent fool! You are in His Majesty's presence!"
Pylemon, standing beside Darius, rebuked him loudly.
Darius waved a hand, slowly paced over to Sauros, and crouched down. Leaning close to Sauros's ear, he spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Sauros, surely you aren't that naive!"
"Be a good boy and accept your death!"
"I'll carve 'Here lies a valiant lion' on your gravestone. I don't need to explain what happens when a lion enters a council of foxes, do I?"
"Oh, and I'll take good care of your granddaughter Eris!"
"You're of no use anymore. Well, thank you for your efforts!"
"Hahaha!"
Darius patted Sauros on the shoulder and threw back his head in laughter, the fat on his face bunching together, exposing all his ugliness.
"You bastard!!!"
Sauros's eyes stretched wide with fury as he let out an enraged roar, like an aging lion making its final struggle before death.
He would never forget the feel of that hand patting his shoulder or that laughter.
"Heh!"
Arms folded, Pylemon wore the same smile as he looked contemptuously at Sauros.
"Execute him!"
"Don't keep our gravely