"Do not make me repeat myself."
The chillingly fearsome voice of Prime Minister Edward reached the projection of Sage Knight Vermillion.
His eyes were bloodshot with rage.
His expression was crumpled with fury.
"You will return to the Britannian Empire."
His eyes sharpened menacingly.
"At this very moment."
Sage Knight Vermilion's expression darkened.
The projection of her armored body across the large, extravagant table within the Prime Minister's ostentatious office stiffened.
She was not pleased by the Prime Minister's manner of addressal.
"Know your place, Edward," she growled at him. "You are but a human. The Britannian Empire is a Martial nation. Address me not as a superior but like the inferior you are."
His ego wanted him to push back with the fact that he was appointed by none other than Transcendent Emperor Arthur with full authority, meaning that while he was to express deference to the Sage Knights in his attitude, he did have equal authority.
