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Cedric scoffed at the words and said, “Revolutionaries? You mean rebels.”
“No,” Lyon replied without blinking an eye.
“Hm?”
The air grew heavy. Without even drawing his sword, Cedric let a single line unfold from him as if to say he would cut down nonsense where it stood. Most would not have seen it, but Lyon did. There was a looming strike, perfectly placed to cleave his body in two.
It was the future of uncertainty. He could cut. He could refrain. However, if Cedric chose to strike, Lyon would be split in half and die without a chance to retaliate.
Even so, Lyon held his gaze steady and declared, “Will you hear me out?”
The standoff did not last long. Perhaps intrigued by that defiance, Cedric lowered the hand resting on his hilt. The line piercing Lyon’s crown blurred, though it did not vanish entirely. It remained a warning that Cedric could strike at any moment.
Lyon bowed once, politely, before speaking.
“Thank you.”
“Spare me the useless courtesy. Speak.”
“Yes. The reason those under me are not rebels, but revolutionaries, is simple.” Placing a fist to his heart, he said, “Because they follow...
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