This is just the opening move of the chess game; the battle has only just begun.
He raised the sword, its tip pointing towards the dark silhouette of Fir Castle.
"Mr. Crenxia?"
"What?" The silver-haired man was startled.
"Let's discuss the next step once we reach there—otherwise, both you and I will be nothing but ashes. Saying more is meaningless." Brand said each word deliberately and peacefully.
Crenxia was taken aback.
"Do you really intend to kill him, my lord?" he felt his mouth dry up and couldn't help but swallow: "Gruding is a noble of the Kingdom, and the son of Count Rangdenier. I think giving him a lesson is... enough."
Brand glanced at him.
He shook his head, thinking about the rigid hierarchy in Erune. Even someone as experienced and cunning as Crenxia couldn't help but be naive about such matters.
"It's not that I want to kill him, Mr. Crenxia," the young man smiled lightly, "but those who commit too many injustices will face ruin."
