Book 8: Chapter 24
”Castell, are you going to help us or not?”
“Help you with what? Help you people that have already failed? You saw His Majesty’s ability to retaliate, didn’t you?! What are you still dissatisfied with?!”
Castell slammed his cup down in front of him, causing the wine inside to spill out, which left a dark red stain on the table. Alice looked at Castell. She clenched her teeth and replied, “That was our mistake. We didn’t get it perfect. I never expected my own Valkyries to foil my plan. I’ll inform the Valkyries this time so that won’t happen again. Castell, are you no longer loyal to Her Majesty?”
“Who’s the one who’s no longer loyal, Alice?! Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that question?!”
Castell quickly stood up and furiously looked at Alice. He thumped his chest as he shouted. He had never lost his self-composure before, but the strange loneliness he felt and the alcohol made him completely lose control. He lost his usual calm composure and roared the way a wounded animal would, “Me! I’m the one who’s most loyal to the Empress! Her Majesty ordered me to stay behind so I stayed behind! Her Majesty asked you to protect His Majesty, but instead, you sneaked back here! Everything you’re doing right now is betraying Her Majesty! Everything you’re doing is traitorous!”
“Do you not know what I’m doing this this for?! I’m doing this for Her Majesty!! I’m doing this for her blood sweat and tears! I’m doing this for my Empress! My Empress needs me! She’s not sober! She needs me to wake her from her stupor! This empire needs a suitable successor!”
“So why can’t you acknowledge His Majesty?! His Majesty defeated Castor, the church, the desert and even foiled your plans! Why can’t he become the successor of this empire?! Alice, you’re ignorant! You’ve lost it now! Your goal is to kill His Majesty now! It’s no longer about helping Her Majesty’s empire! His Majesty is already capable of leading this empire; why do you refuse to acknowledge that?! I believe that you wouldn’t acknowledge it even if it was someone else other than His Majesty! You’re in a morbid state now!”
Castell slammed the table hard, causing his cup to tip over and all the wine inside to spill out. The wine quickly spilt all over the table surface and dyed the entire tablecloth red.
“I’m in a morbid state?! How am I morbid when I’m doing this for Her Majesty?! Has the Prince defeated anyone?! He’s scared of even Nier! This Prince has no battle accomplishments! What right does he have to take the empire Her Majesty spilt her blood to establish?”