"I conquered nothing, sir," said Alexie with a confident smile. "We worked together to survive it. It was a hellish experience where we lost two of our comrades to the demons."
"You don't seem to be mourning them."
"I barely knew them, sir," said Alexie with a shake of his head. "Furthermore, the weak will be trampled regardless of who protects them. Am I expected to protect others forever even after they fail repeatedly to protect themselves?"
Lord Marshal began to chuckle before he rose from the desk, walked toward the steaming pot on a table, and started pouring three cups for them. Then, he even presented it in front of Alexie before gesturing for him to sit.
"Your vicious mindset is what we lack, recruit," said Lord Marshal as he sipped on his tea. "Do you know what separates a wolf from a sheep?"