Hearing Hutch's words, those of the Slayer Legion were stunned. At first, they were too oppressed by Hutch's aura to say much of anything. But, in the next moment, a few shot up, livid expressions on their faces.

"You dare to rebel, Hutch?!" Catris roared, slamming his remaining hand onto the table beneath him.

Catris hadn't dared to confront Hutch before, but now he was most definitely in the right.

Wasn't the point of the Slayer Legion meant to be to fight against the oppressive rule of The Empire? The Ascension Empire hid beneath a guise of democracy, but when there would always be one, undeniable ruler, what kind of democracy was this? This world was simply a Monarchy with extra steps, there was nothing revolutionary about it.

Just how many actions had the Fawkes family unilaterally taken over the years with no one being powerful enough to stop them? This was exactly what they were trying to avoid, yet, Hutch was actually trying to make the Slayer Legion the exact thing they were fighting against?!

It was unforgivable!

"Silence."

A wave of Force surged through the room. Many felt as though their knees had gone weak, whatever thought of resisting they had had falling to negligible levels. Even now, they couldn't believe how large the difference between them and Hutch truly was.

"Brat, go sit down."

Hutch looked toward his grandson, a commanding tone booming from within his chest.

Elorin looked toward Hutch, a partially cautious and partially curious light in his eye. But, in the end, he smiled somewhat unexpectedly.

"Alright, grandpa."

his best to please his grandparent. But, just a moment ago, he was questioning

to his tone back then. But, asking such a question in context most definitely seem to be combative. Yet now, Elorin pretended as though of that had

of them had paled. Without Elorin's presence blocking Hutch, the aura they felt came like a

seem to have forgotten the truth of our

people, we weren't built to sit here and scavenge for opportunities to deal with The

of our existence is in our

Slayer Legion.

bloodthirsty aura surged out from Hutch. The sound of crying blades sung through the air, sharpening beneath Hutch's aura as though it was their perfect whetstone. Not a single soul seemed capable of breathing, let alone moving. It felt as though

We kill. Then we sharpen our blades and do it all over

fundamental law that rules us, that

"Monet!"

shaken out

"Y-yes!"

is the history of

abandoned and shunned. It was too

others heard this story, they would have been shocked beyond belief. To think that this was the true origin

said next

"Wrong."

and former Supremes, forcing them to speak of the Slayer Legion's history, yet, of them could come up with an answer that could satisfy the old man. In fact, with every mistake,

hogwash that's been taught?" Hutch looked toward his grandson. "What is the history of the

his throat, the simple action somehow seeming elegant. It was simply impossible to believe that a single man could have such a

the sacrifice. When alive, our wool keeps the people warm. On our death beds, our blood

about the voice that spoke them but entirely about the words themselves. It felt as though they had suddenly pulled their

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