Salute To The General

Alberesque, the South.

Randall was sitting arrogantly in a wooden armchair in the Hall of Loyalty. His eyes were closed, though nobody knew if he was sleeping or just resting his eyes.

Sitting on his left was Ezra, who was still bruised all over, while Easton was on his right, still in a wheelchair. Ten operation managers sat around the table, and countless Blackwell clan fighters were standing at ease in the hall.

More disciples were in the outer yard, and they were in their training clothes as well. At the very least, a thousand disciples were gathered in the division as they awaited Nathan's arrival and his plea for forgiveness.

The moon was starting to climb higher into the sky, but Nathan was still nowhere to be seen, and the disciples broke out into a whisper.

"It's getting late. Why isn't he here yet?"

"Well, look at us. We're powerful, and the numbers are on our side. He probably won't even show up."

"Guess so. Everyone's scared of our clan. After that oaf injured our young master, he must have gone around to find out more about us. He must be scared out of his mind now. That's why he isn't showing up." Just when they were starting to discuss even further, an usher announced, "Nathan has arrived!"

Everyone in the Hall of Loyalty was shocked.

that Nathan would actually

wanted to kill Nathan right away, and his arrival was the best thing they could hope for. Even Randall opened his eyes, and he seemed surprised to hearthat Nathan

and everyone else watched as Nathan, Colin, and

all the people in

but Nathan faced them calmly. He kept walking ahead, as if the place was nothing more than his

short while later, Nathan and his team

Ezra, Easton, and all the operations managers were sitting as if they were evaluating a criminal. When Colin realized that, he sneered in contempt, then he

but Colin ignored them. He took the chair the manager sat in and wiped it with his handkerchief before asking Nathan to take a seat. Nathan smiled at him and sat down, then he turned his gaze

frowned. "I take it that you are

answer. Instead, he

you

answered proudly, "That is

up and chided Nathan, "How dare you sit in the presence of our Marshal? Kneel and beg for his

met plenty of generals and marshals. And I have killed a lot of them as well. What makes you think an oaf like you can be a marshal?