Kael leaned forward slightly, his tone sharpening like a blade.
"You say you have evidence? Go ahead. Spread it. Tell them everything. The people of Ginip hated Red Morn. You think they'll weep for a thug? No—Rather, my respect among the people will increase. And as for the Artificer? He left because he couldn't keep up. I burned down his shop. Also, I do the same amount of business every day that he used to do in a month on Ginip. That means my contribution to the economy of ginip is more than that. Do you think anyone will take any action against me?"
He sat back in his chair, calm as still water.
"I've built something here. Real power. Real influence. And you want to scare me into handing it over? You called my goods revolutionary—you're right. They are. But you made a mistake, Molvar."
He tilted his head.
"You thought a man who can create revolutions could be controlled like some back-alley smuggler."
Kael's eyes were flint.
