"Nice to see you too, sis."
Slimo's sister looked at her brother with distain.
"Call me General from now on."
Slimo sighed and rubbed his face.
"So, does that mean the old man hasn't croaked yet?"
She furrowed her brow.
"Watch what you say about the king. You will respect him or I will send you to an early grave."
"Is that not what you are going to do already?"
"No. You will be put on trial for all the crimes you've committed, all the men you have slain. That includes out older brother."
Everyone looked at Slimo curiously, pondering what his response was going to be. Maria readied herself to dash toward an opponent given the right signal. However, Slimo put his hands up in the air.
"Very well. Do what you must. Just don't hurt these people that came with me."
"They will stand by during your trial as witnesses or suspects. I cannot promise what their ruling will be."
"Avala, please."
