"What…" A faint, chilling whisper escaped the Britannian Prime Minister. "What did you just say?"
Master Brigsby's lowered head didn't seem to protect him from the wrath of the Britannian Prime Minister. Under ordinary circumstances, the former outranked the latter in a Martialocracy like the Britannian Empire, but the stresses of war had revealed the truth of the value heirarchy of Britannian Empire.
The Britannian Empire needed the Prime Minister if it had any hope of winning the war against the Kandrian Empire. It needed him far more than it needed someone like Master Brigbsby.
On top of that, while the Martial Supremacist in Master Brigsby hated being treated with scorn and contempt by a mere human, he was principled enough to accept that he deserved the blame that the Britannian Prime Minister was throwing at him.
