"Sir Nathan, I don't know your exact background, but I do understand one thing.
Even if you created the Rebels single-handedly, deep down, you still look down on us and don't believe we have any value!"
Damn it!
Hearing Leon's words, the middle-aged man, realizing his slip of the tongue, was startled and quickly tried to amend,
"This isn't about looking up to or down on anyone! I'm stating facts! Whether it's the nobility, merchants, or parliament, no one would support us!"
"Have you ever considered why those people wouldn't support us?"
Feeling the gentle vibration of the small mirror in his pocket, along with a tap on the belly from a dog's paw, Leon knew that Senior Emma was almost here. He calmly continued,
"Because under your leadership, we are just a wandering will-o'-the-wisp, burning wherever it goes, never even opening our mouths in daylight to ask for what we really want!
