"Caesar, does the honor of the nobility really stem from blind faith in the Church of Light? Absurd. The term 'scoundrel' suits those sanctimonious hypocrites far better, and you know exactly whom I'm talking about, don't you? Caesar, can you deny the filthy and squalid affairs within the Church of Light? I spit on them!"
Komer's taunts, a mix of jest and fury, made Caesar fume with rage. At this point, Komer had cast aside all concerns. A fight to the death had no need for niceties; might as well lay everything out and vent their anger. The grudge between them couldn't be resolved with a few sweet words. This was the battle that would decide their fates, and unless a miracle occurred, only one would walk away standing.
"Very well, Lord Komer, that's speaking like a man!" Caesar said, not angry but laughing instead. Yet, Komer could feel the intense murderous intent behind that laughter. Only now did the true fury in Caesar's heart begin to rise.