"Pathetic waste."
Christina stepped forward, provocatively sitting behind the Seleucid nobles, crossing her legs, and covering half her face with a silk fan, mercilessly mocking:
"You are nothing but a group of stray dogs without even the thought of resistance, relying on the empire to reclaim your homeland, yet you still don't know better than to bark at your saviors. It's truly laughable."
Khaled, flushed with anger, held the Silver Sword with a hand that trembled slightly, veins bulging as he gritted his teeth and said: "And what does this have to do with you, the blood descendants of Tiamat?
You collude with the Dragon Worship Church and do all sorts of evil deeds; you are the losers of this war! You—the Faria clan—should pay for your past actions!"
Before he finished speaking, Khaled, in a rage, swung the Silver Sword fiercely, attempting to smash the chair in front of him.
