Rage of an Old Man

The tension in the air could be cut with a sharp knife. It was not difficult to see that despite the head of the Aemilia clan welcoming the entourage from the Order of Purple Sun, the soldiers facing off from both sides were ready to fight at a moment's notice.

Marcius, too, was ready to intervene should the need arrive.

Of course, he would allow his parents to handle the two elders from the order's side, but the troops of the order were fair game. The Aemilia heir desired to show that the Aemilia clan could defeat the troops of the order with ease and swiftness. And if he had to dirty his hands fighting low-level minions in order to produce the desired effect, he would.

If the order was smart, they would not try to start a fight in the territory of their pretty much-confirmed enemy. But they were the Order of Purple Sun and they were both prideful and arrogant about their roots. Besides, Marcius was already privy to the plans and orders of the two elders coming to negotiate.