Exel stared at Noel for a few more seconds, before he gave one last gaze of disdain, and continued looking down at the map.
Moving his index finger through faint traces on the map, he turned his eyes with a light smile that didn't quite reach his aged eyes.
"-It is in fact, a multitude of hundreds of smaller provinces, each governed by its each Minister. But in the end, they fall under the jurisdiction of one Electoral Highness, the leader that manages the whole decision of the UPG. That is the most basic of facts you should at least know about them. As of current situation may give, they are currently ruled by a radical Imperialistic with no qualms of rule. His name you will encounter that hateful son of a whore is his Highwhorness Cideon... "
He emphasized every word as if constantly pushing the buttons of each letter.
"His whoreness, Cideon F. Immanuel. An immature imbecil that had taken the throne after the 'condemnable' vile murder of his father's concubine where her body was found dismembered with a crude sharp weapon having penetrated her genital and herself beheaded. The Foolish Emperor in rage of the perpetrator, called for an Official Witch Hunt, thinking that only a witch could have sneaked into his castle to murder his beloved concubine, who, in accord to some sources, was actually a night-walker that any man with even a percentage of luck in the single digit could stumble upon at the end of the street for a few cheap pennies"
"Back to our topic, he put a hempen cord around every Witch's constricted throat in the district before kicking their unfortunate stool of mercy, set aflame with the Lord's flames those that he suspected to be that of The State of God, and put on massive bounties on a few others to have their heads before him, their eyes gouged, bodies thrown to the dogs and co. The Imbecilic son, who had been a child at the time of ten, and no more, had actually called upon the Imperial Order, or in Farbey's terms, the Knight order of such, and had them overthrow his Mad father who had dared to blasphemy their God of violating the Theosis of 'Shalt not burn a woman withine two feet'. His father was executed under the same stool that he had once hung on a few pemmican carcases of women"
"I actually have a qu ... e ...."
Noel was about to ask a question, but Exel's dead eyes lingered on him, making Noel trail off the words on the edges of his dry lips, pursing his lips in silence.
'Sigh ... can't he at least make me ask questions?' Noel laminated internally, but stood silent, as he stared at Exel, waiting for him to continue.
"And the public hails him as the renouncer of evil, not even worthy of the upwardly curling lips of Baphomet. Back to the original topic. What you need to know is your enemies, but yourself first, and other than The Empire to which you need not know who you serve, as every disposable soldier."
"To be a disposable soldier for The Empire, that is to fight for the empire in all circumstances, whether you despise it, or love it. You can feel free to survive the Battle you will no sooner or later will be thrown into like a forceful hound, and rise the ranks as you wish. After all, you are a number. Not a person. You either give yourself your own numerical value on the stale powdered field, or you either stay with your own number and get replaced."
"Not .. a person?" Noel asked in concern, as anxiety took over him, his blink rate increasing.
'So what? They're fucking telling me to either fight for them, or die like a dog? And for what? For bringing me to this world? To the seventh bloody fucking hell with that. I can sure as fuck tell you I'm not doing that'
"And what if I refuse?" Noel remarked calmly, yet his voice was laced with hidden venom as irritated at the thought of getting forced into undesired conscritpion.
The thought left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.
"Then I'm afraid that we wouldn't even need a coverup to give a proper excuse for an not-so-unfortunate accident.. Haah"
He gave out a light sigh.
"Don't you think?"
Unable to contain his fury, Noel slammed his fist to the table, exhaling heavily, as he looked to the side to cool his temper.
"So ... you are essentially telling me to go die for no cause? Without even knowing who The Empire is exactly?"
"Precisely. It seems you are quite bright, unlike what I thought. Now, Noel, was it? Let us begin. Do you have any experience of using any weapons?"
'Shouldn't these fools at least have precausions about what would happen if I infected to another empire? I still can't gamble. Fucking Exel, he looks he knows what I'm thinking about, and still gives me that damned smile? Fine then. Lets see what you have up your a** you damned son of a bitch.'
Noel thought about it for a few moments of ponder, frowning as his mind's gears worked.
"What weapons in this world do you use? Firearms, or cold weapons?" He retorted in rebukal, his voice slightly cold with annoyance evident in his voice.
"Firearms? You mean this?" Exel, brought forth a black, gleaming revolver, yet instead of six chambers, it had twelve, well bored chambers "Is this what you call a firearm?" He asked, his eyebrows raised, his eyes the same as ever.
Noel nodded his head, and Exel also nodded his head thoughtfully as if he understood, putting back his revolver and smiling slightly.
"In that case, we use both. So which can you use?"
"None, sir". Noel answered as quickly as he had asked. Although he knew that asking what kind of weapons they used despite having not used anything except kitchen knives would cause irritation to Exel, Noel smiled internally as the prospect of seeing Exel's vexed expression.
Yet, there was none of that. Instead, Exel nodded his head in understanding.
"Quite splendid news."
He let out a small smile, and stabbed his fork into the soft, white masterfully cooked pastry of a cheesecake.
"Well, what can I say? It looks like to me that you'll have to learn everything yourself on the battlefield."
He brought the fork to his dry lips, biting aggressively into its soft flesh with concentration and nodded his head as if approving its taste, before letting out a pseudo crooked smiled and pointed the white-coated fork.
"Without a weapon"