"Where did this madman come from," Solomon huffed coldly, "to dare defy the majesty of Mother Goddess Gaia and spread the heretical nonsense of your false god right in front of me."
"Saturday is not a false god," Redio said, "it is more powerful than any known or unknown deity in this world."
"You have a lot of nerve, young Sabbath of the Double Rest Sect, but do you know what price you'll pay for those words?" Solomon's face darkened.
A hint of murderous intent emerged in the eyes of the Wing Clan Commander, enough to send shivers down Kieren's spine who was standing by.
As one of Solomon's confidants, Kieren had seen quite a few of Solomon's methods lately. Those within the city still loyal to the Vespasian Family and fantasizing about resistance were now almost all hanging outside the city gates.
Yet Redio seemed not to be too afraid; he lifted his head and locked eyes with Solomon, his expression as grim as ever.
After a moment, Solomon spoke again, "Chop off his head."
