“Count Nightburn, the Council of Tresval have been monitoring your actions for quite some time. We know that you have no interest whatsoever in the safety and survival of Abolonia and the only reason you are here is to procure demon souls.”
“Really, I don’t see any demon souls here, do you?”
“The Elves have been supplying Tresval with demon souls for the last few months to serve and protect Abolonia from the likes of you.” He lied, certain Count Nightburn, could not know his statement was untrue. “Our intelligence has shown that you have plans …show more content…
For what purpose?” Count Nightburn asked, but General Cross did not answer. Nightburn continued, “Is this experimentation, public knowledge?”
“No, it is not and I would consider it a great favor if you would not speak of it to anyone.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t think of mentioning Tresval’s dirty little secret.”
“Now Count Nightburn, how can you call our experiments a dirty secret when in fact you have given your vassals countless numbers of demon souls. You are far ahead of us in understanding demon soul usage. We have only just begun to understand the use of demon souls while you have had more than 300 years implementing them and what about your second in command, Balthazar? As far as we have learned, he has had his demon soul for more than 700 years.”
“From our conversation, I can assume that you too, are dealing for demon souls. How are you obtaining yours, General Cross?”
“I cannot divulge that information, Count Nightburn, and now if you would kindly ask your men to retreat, you are trespassing on Tresval territory.”
“As you wish, I and my men will leave, General Cross but I have not made any treaties with your kingdom, nor do I see myself making any in the future. Be warned, do not expect any hospitality within my