Real truth

"What's with those eyes? Do you really think I won't do anything to you?" His voice was laced with quiet fury. "You stand there, shameless, looking like you did something right."

The General met his gaze, unwavering.

"Yeah," he said, his tone calm. "I have no regrets doing what I did. If I had to do it again, I would… though this time, I'd inform you first. That was definitely my mistake." He gave a small, apologetic smile, but there was no hesitation in his words.

Lucian shook his head in disappointment.

"Whatever. I have no business with you anymore. Get out." His voice was final, absolute.

He stood from his chair, looking down at the General, his presence commanding. "I'll be pulling back every single dime I've invested in the military until now. And as for our so-called friendship?" He scoffed. "It ends here."

Meleonora and the purple-haired man stood to the side, listening, absorbing every word.