"We will not compromise. The Empire will not release prisoners,"
Marquis Barton's gaze shifted downwards, his twin pupils a vivid, unrivaled emerald, and the golden striations around the edges contracted and spun as if drawing in the brilliance of the sun above, "But the Guide Knight is one of our Empire's young prodigies, and his life is worth more than a hundred of the Dragon Worship Cult's underlings."
His tone was indifferent, as if he was aloof to it all, merely speaking out of duty, "So do it the way we did before, pull our men out, give them the tools to escape."
"If they can escape, that's their skill. If they can't, hand them over to Master Oak and his people. Don't keep them on your hands; they're both a hot potato and a bore."
"Yes."
The Magnetic Light Knight bowed respectfully, "Your subordinate begs to leave."
"Wait."
But Marquis Barton stopped his own Knight Order's captain, he tilted his head slightly, signaling the Magnetic Light Knight to come closer.
