"…Why would we continue buying more slaves," Robin's voice rolled like thunder in the chamber, "when we already command a force capable of crushing World Cataclysms outright?" His lips curved into a calm, almost playful smile as his golden gaze shifted to the left.
"…?" Malek, Wade, and Latania all stiffened at once, their brows rising in unison. The moment they realized Robin's eyes were fixed on them, a ripple of unease passed between them. Wade was the first to speak, his tone edged with confusion. "You mean… the Imperial Guard, Your Majesty?"
