"It's not just because of the Twilight Hammer, right? Dark Blade, right? The "merciful" great lord will not allow us to continue our activities in the Eastern Continent. He has been dissatisfied with us for a long time, and he wants to drive us out.

Rush to the empire...let us fend for ourselves, bam, I know, that bastard."

"Don't say that, Thassarian."

The high elf death knight Koltira shrugged indifferently. This guy, one of the original 800 death knights of the Order, who once followed the El Knight to judge the Dark Blade, said softly:

"No matter how great our beliefs are, no matter how just our actions, we are always traitors... As far as I know, the war maniacs of the Death Lord Council have been trying to include us in the category of enemies.

The Knights of the Order openly call us "rebellious". They hate us, and the entire Dark Blade hates us... In fact, the fact that we can still exist here and fight for our ideals is an extra favor from the great lord."

"So, you still respect him? You respect a war maniac and a conspirator?"

Thassarian squinted his eyes and looked at his companion, Koltira. Deathweaver looked calmly into Thassarian's eyes, and he nodded:

"Yes, I still respect Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, even if the paths we walk are not consistent, but admit it, Thassarian..."

"He is a great man, and the sacrifices he has made for this world will never be matched by us. We can be hostile to him, but we cannot belittle him, let alone humiliate him..."
Chapter completed!