"How hypocritical," Orlin said in response to Daniel's words, a mocking smile curling on his lips.
Daniel just shrugged. He didn't feel the need to show respect to enemies weaker than himself. He was the type who normally spoke to others with respect—
Unless they were his enemies. And in that case, it depended: if they were weaker than him, he naturally didn't bother. But if they were stronger, he'd avoid provoking them—at least until he was strong enough. Unless, of course, they provoked him first.
"Anyway. The orc attack... That was your doing, right?" Daniel asked suddenly.
"Of course. We used them to cover our tracks. When you want something, you have to make sure no one notices." Orlin replied. This operation was highly sensitive—no trace could be left behind.
"So let me guess... it's my turn now, right? Am I supposed to get killed or something?"
"Exactly," Orlin said with a smile.
"Get it over with. I don't have all day," he added, then turned toward the knights.
