"The devil? My soul?" Lord Sazar asked, amused by the words of his opponent,
"Muhahaha, you talk big for a tiny man."
"I guess I have to break that ego if I'm to drag out your soul, don't I?" Lord Canning asked, his expression had started getting serious.
"Do you even know who you are messing with, you lit-?"
"You're Lord Sazar, a bandit who obtained nobility by buying his way into it. But I am not one to judge, everyone has their own ways and reasons to become nobles. What I do judge you on, however, is the people you killed and the slaves you sold.
Not only did you continuously make orphans out of little children, but you also turned them into slaves as if taking everything from them wasn't enough.
To say you are scum would be an understatement, but I can't think of any words to describe you.
At some point you even sold women and men that ended up in a mad woman's experiments to create a poison," Lord Canning explained, his rage growing with each sentence he said.
"A poison that won this kingdom the war!" Sazar interjected.
"A poison that killed my sister and innocent people!" Lord Canning exclaimed.
He had found a logbook among Elsie's belongings, detailing where she had obtained her test subjects from and how each one was used as a lab rat in developing her poison.
Somewhere along the search, he found her old diary and how much she loved his brother-in-law. Despite there being no entry about killing his sister, Lord Canning could connect the dots.
"Wars are won with sacrifices. So, this is personal huh?" Lord Sazar asked, stroking his chin with a grin.
"Is it? I don't know. I think I told myself that it wasn't any of my business just to help myself sleep. I pointed victims of the war in your direction and you made a business out of them.
Even then, I still told myself it was none of my business no matter how much it bothered me. I guess I am scum too because it was only after finding out of your involvement in the development of the poison that I acted. So maybe it is personal. But you know what? Only scum can deal with scum.
I know I cannot correct my mistakes, but I am here to put an end to them. You're a product of an environment I fought so hard to protect, an environment I let continue to exist no matter how toxic it became. In a way, I made you and let you grow to cause more misery to the defenseless. So right here and right now Sazar, I will end you"
Sazar immediately broke out into rage-filled laughter. And to think he was worried about upsetting a powerful noble.
"Don't make me laugh," he said when he was done laughing.
"Someone really did their homework, muhahaha. If you know so much then you know how many allies I have too right? Well, I guess it is true that fools die young. My condolences about your sister too, perhaps you should reunite with her soon. I'm sure she misses you. If she was a slave of mine, I hope I made her suffer enough that she gladly accepted to get poisoned in the experiment," he provoked.
"See not once have I considered myself a product of my environment. I'm an opportunist, an entrepreneur… No, I'm a hero. I gave Elsie the tools she needed to contribute to saving this kingdom. Your kingdom neglected the victims it caused and I helped distribute them. You may call it slave trading, but I'd rather call it payment for my services.
You lowlifes should worship me, kowtow at my feet, and lick the very ground I walk on. Where your own king has faced problems and wracked his tiny brain for a solution, I have constantly provided one. I am above your king and can do what he can't because he cares about his image.
Like a god, I do whatever I want and no one can do anything to me. But in the end, maybe we are both just scum like you said. We both created orphans, even if it was for different reasons. I made a business out of it, you did it in the name of fighting for your kingdom, but you don't see me judging you, do you?
You made me? No b*tch, I made you. I created the self-righteous conflicted piece of sh*t you are that fights off guilt and demons every time you blink. I turned your acts of chivalry into agony and look where it brought you… Back to me, your creator. So come on then, little one; come to me your merciful god. Let me end your suffering," Sazar said with a sinister grin.
With that said, he started conjuring a Tier 8 spell, 'Land of the Damned,' that made thousands of hands appear from the ground below. The hands reached out to hold Menzine and Lord Canning, but they just couldn't reach to touch them.
For Menzine, he cut them all down despite their fast regeneration while in Canning's case, they kept bouncing off an invisible barrier. Menzine moved away from the range of the field spell and Noma followed him. It seemed she was a true swords-user that wanted to fight someone with swords too.
*Sigh*
"I will be condemned one day too I guess, but not today. Today is yours and yours alone Sazar," Lord Canning replied.
He put his hands together before moving them at lightning speed to conjure a spell. The spell he conjured was a Tier 8 field spell he named "Mirror Mirror."
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of mirrors appeared, some big while others were small. The place became so confusing since the mirrors were at different angles and were everywhere, some even hanging in the sky above.
What became scary was that things started getting reflected, specifically the first two Tier 8 spells that had been cast. Noma's 'Desert Sun' was split into several small 'Desert Suns' by several mirrors and the small suns started bouncing off the many mirror surfaces. The same thing happened to several hands protruding from the ground as part of Sazar's 'Land of the Damned' spell.
The suns and hands would bounce off one mirror surface and then head of to another mirror surface at a different angle where they bounce off again.
Sazar thought his own magic wouldn't hurt him so he was rather shocked when a hand from his own ability grabbed him while another punched him in the stomach.
Whenever someone weaker than Canning produced a magical spell that touched his mirror, it would be reflected by the mirror and act as though he was the one that had conjured it instead.
This was the field spell of Lord Canning, the cunning fox.