"To fully integrate and utilize them, you would need at least three generations—no less than fifty years—to dissolve their hatred. I know you don't care about their hatred, nor even much about their lives. But you, it seems, do care about this time frame. Otherwise, you would not have personally come here to stand before me."
"Perhaps you need someone like me, a loyal dog to lick your claws, to herd the masses for you."
"And then, when you need it, to step onto the battlefield you designate."
At this point, Klinsmann suddenly looked up, gazing directly into David's eyes, and said in a voice audible only to them, "Because we humans are not affected by the Dragon Mad Lock."
David's eyes widened slightly. He finally took a proper look at the human king before him, who appeared to be no older than his twenties.
It wasn't too difficult for this man to deduce, from his own identity and limited information, that David would turn against the Elves; it was, in fact, quite easy to guess.
