"You aren't holding back, huh?" Abraham grimly smiled while signaling his men to step back. The arrival of the red-haired Inquisitor was expected. After all, he wouldn't leave until Abraham's head was within the clutches of his fingers.
"Underestimating you would be my downfall. I wouldn't want to end up like those trash." Leonhart remarked while pointing at the spot where the corpses of the Inquisitors formerly gathered. At the moment, only a tinge of their ashes were left behind.
"You sound like you hate your subordinates." Abraham raised his eyebrows since Leonhart was acting like his subordinates had killed his family. The way he spoke about them was as though speaking of maggots beyond human reasoning.
It was understandable if such a tone was pointed at the accordingly-lower humans with no magic such as Abraham and the people in the United Navy, but having it pointed towards their own Magus. It seems that their hierarchy were much more complicated than anticipated.
