Impossible.
Why.
How could it be.
These worn-out words did not surface in those crimson eyes.
Sensing a corner of his heart sighing, Roland instinctively felt the urge to smile bitterly.
It's come to this, and yet what was he still hoping for? What childish thoughts lingered in his mind?
Suppressing the cold laugh that mocked himself, Roland relaxed his breathing and asked again:
"Since you claim to seek a path for peaceful coexistence among all, shouldn't that include the people of the 'Freedom Legion'? Or is it—"
The force emanating from the violet eyes compelled the Duke of Marlboro, who was about to rise and shout, back into his seat.
"The 'everyone' you speak of—does that only extend to 'those you've chosen'?"
Elector's ideology.
