Arka glanced at his rapier in the corner next to his desk. He knew he could reach it, but he also knew the risk of him failing was too high. He didn't have much option, and the only thing he could do was talk and try to find a way out.
"Why do you want me to become a commander?" Arka asked, his hand itching to grab the rapier and stab Rasmus right in the heart.
"Because people don't want corrupt people to control the world, especially old and greedy people like Mercurius. People need someone who is just and righteous," Rasmus answered and crossed his legs.
Arka furrowed his brows, confused because earlier Rasmus was threatening him but then he wanted someone like him. He had no idea what Rasmus was trying to say or what he wanted from him.
"You want someone who is just and righteous? Do you realize that if I did become a commander, your crime would be exposed and I wouldn't let you see the sun ever again?" Arka asked with a cold voice and expression.
