In the darkness.
Two people are conversing.
"How is the situation?" one person asked.
"He just killed another one, anyway, any disobedient subordinate, he kills them," the other replied.
"Only knows how to kill? That's not good, no one will loyally serve," the first person mocked.
"The problem is, he doesn't care about loyalty—I feel he just wants to get rid of those people—he purely wants to kill,"
"A madman? That's not too scary."
"But he's got the allegiance of that metallic ship."
"That ship is troublesome."
"...Obey him for now, look for a chance later."
"Exactly, everyone has flaws, it's only a matter of time before we find his weakness."
"Right."
The two reached an agreement.
At this moment, someone reported softly:
"The Duke has arrived."
The two exchanged a glance.
"Come, let's greet our lord."
"Yes, let's go together!"
