For a moment, countless gazes were fixed unwaveringly on Shiayar's tall figure. Many began to guess at his identity, while others pondered the meaning of the words he had just spoken.
A legendary figure in person, coming here to play roulette with the head of the gamblers? Impossible.
And what did he mean by 'Swordbearer'?
However, Shiayar, the focus of thousands of stares, appeared utterly unaffected in his actions.
He simply raised the silver-white revolver known as 'Kamacite Moon' once again.
"In countless past failures, your edge has been dulled, and you've also lost sight of yourselves."
"You've cast yourselves as the weaker party, choosing to hide and skulk. You've been barely scraping by in the cracks amidst the targeted harassment and oppression of the Great Nobles. As long as you can eke out a fleeting moment of peace, you consider it a victory."
"But have you ever considered—"
"What does it really mean to be a 'Swordbearer'?"
