Theoden cursed loudly, his nails deeply embedded in Cassius' robe, venting his madness through that shrill scream.
"Not just him, Your Majesty."
Cassius continued to fan the flames, his tone as sorrowful as ever.
"In the shadows of Roland City, his allies are everywhere. Those greedy merchants, those hypocritical nobles, and even..."
His gaze swept subtly over Claude in the corner, leaving the terrified bishop with a warning look.
"...even those closest to you. They are all waiting for your decline, waiting to feast on the corpse of this lion—"
"Kill them all! Mobilize the Tomb Guardian immediately! We must not let these clowns overthrow the glory of the Devalu family!"
Not waiting for Cassius to finish, Theoden roared, interrupting him, spittle flying.
Cassius bowed slightly, a barely perceptible coldness on his lips, while Claude, collapsed on the ground, dared not make a sound.
This madman...
He will kill everyone!
