I Respect Their Choice

The capital of the territory ruled by the House of Duke Nebla.

In a factory in the old town of that capital, the people gathered there had no choice but to freeze at Abel's voice flowing from the communicator attached to one of the scouts.

[You're trying to take me down, aren't you? Let's have some fun fighting.]

[Nothing but boring things have happened lately, so this is my thanks for making things fun for me for the first time in a while.]

[Go ahead and try to take me down.]

The words of an arrogant powerhouse—but one with every right to be.

How could those on the opposing side remain at ease after hearing that?

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