It was only after Urus and his troops had cleared the explosives planted in the main structure of the top-level port and, with the assistance of the Red Flame Son and the Navy Boarding Team, eliminated the private soldiers of the Judgment Court stationed there.
Fedor sat on an iron crate used for transporting weapons, piles of corpses scattered at his feet. He was meticulously wiping the blood from his Dragon-Hunting Spear with a piece of cloth.
He still couldn't believe the two sentences he had heard in the mid-level corridor.
'Could the Great Tutor of Vengeful, a man of so few words, have really said that?'
If Reinhardt had, in Fedor's initial impression, always been an imposing and unsmiling Imperial Knight, then those two short sentences completely shattered that image.
In other words, compared to a war machine born only for slaughter, he suddenly realized that even the Great Tutor of Vengeful was a living, breathing person, just like himself.
