"Ridiculous."
"What did you say!?"
"Please pardon my rudeness Elder Tezrian. I just meant it's a ridiculous notion to have such expectations of me on a fort I was not informed of. Besides, the intelligence division's main objective is gathering intel on the other regions. Using the family's resources for my personal gain would be considered a form of treason."
The smile on Tezrian's face seized as he stared coldly at Aamon who only looked at him indifferently. Anger rose within him but he could no longer respond to Aamon's well-constructed retort else he is looked down on.
He was an oddly short man with curly brown hair and bright brown eyes with a prominent and wavy mustache on his face. Having a complex about his usual height for a demon noble, he hated being looked down on especially by lower-ranking nobles.
