Marquis Gotham flinched at Milton’s words. Milton’s words stabbed him enough that he even thought if he had known this would happen, he would’ve smacked Milton around a bit during the fight earlier.

Milton poured himself more wine as he continued to speak.

“Whether it’s honor or practical interests, it’s because you’re trying to do both that you failed. In fact, now that you’ve come this far, do you still think you can die honorably?”

“That’s because you stole the opportunity from me, Grand Duke Forrest.”

“And a good thing I did too.”

“......”

Now, Marquis Gotham was thinking it’d be alright if he chopped one of Milton’s arms off.

Knowing how uncomfortable Marquis Gotham must be, Milton smirked. 

“Think about it. Let’s say that you surrendered and prevented the meaningless loss of 50,000 men that you’ve been leading until now. But is that the end?”

“......”

“I’ve invaded… occupied… attacked? Hm, no matter how I say it, it doesn’t sound good.”

Perhaps it was because he had drank a bit, but Milton had become a bit too honest. In fact, it was because he had consciously decided to relax. He knew that it would be impossible to convince the man in front of him with clumsy lies. 

Spiritual Eye LV. 9 (Max): The ability to perceive things without vision. It is also possible to understand a person’s state of mind from their voice or behavior.

Milton didn’t know to what extent Marquis Gotham could understand his...