Grand General Marko was holding the sword in his chest, his eyes moved to the back, looking at the Chevalier Guild Master, "The monarchy might overlook what Benedict did, but they will not overlook what you did, Guild Master Justen."
His voice was heavy and hoarse as if he was going to run out of breathing soon, and then he coughed up blood.
"Why? You already have everything. You are a Guild Master, what do you get from doing this?"
"Lord Benedict promised me to confer a noble title to me if I help me. I am no longer Guild Master Justen, but Count Justen of the Sorcerer Monarchy. Doesn't that sound better, Sir Marko?" Justen smiled broadly as he would become a noble soon.
