Lord of the Truth

"...."

All the students glanced at each other, exchanging wary looks for a few long, silent seconds.

Then finally, one of the boldest among them, a student known for his nerve, stepped forward slightly and asked with furrowed brows,

"Are you saying that His Majesty, the Monarch, is wrong? That all of the instructors—every professor except for you—are mistaken when they tell us not to rely on laws? And that only you are right?"

"Yes. Yes, I am the one who’s right, I’m always right, everyone who disagrees with me can go fuck themselves!"

Robin replied without hesitation, his voice firm and his tone dripping with certainty.

Then he spoke again, now pacing slowly, letting his sharp gaze sweep across the entire room.

"I honestly don’t care about Her Majesty’s personal decisions. If she thinks this approach is better suited for her, let her walk that path. That’s her business.

But if she has ordered for the same methodology to be applied and enforced across the board—to all students—then she’s absolutely wrong!"

He continued speaking, the same level of conviction in every word he said.

"Physical strength is useful. That much is true. And your close-combat skills are definitely impressive—some of you are gifted in that area. But the fact that you’ve abandoned the laws, the fact that you’ve completely ignored them... that is nothing short of an insult. An insult to the divine laws themselves! And frankly, for some strange reason I can’t even explain, it feels like a personal insult to me as well!"

Then he narrowed his eyes, his expression losing all warmth, replaced by utter indifference.