"And if you wish to make it to the top, so will you."
The classroom became deadly silent before Harold spoke up, "Are you saying that us nobles once did despicable things to rise?"
"Mr. Harold, what by chance do you define as despicable? In your eyes, is killing wrong?"
"Of course not. Our family kills traitors all the time. Killing in necessity to defend the throne."
"Oh?" The Silver Devil chuckled. "Then, if by chance I told your king I'd enhance his bloodline with my Transfiguration if he promises to name your family traitors of the realm, and he does, thereby killing you all. Does that make me justified?"
"Of course not!" Harold shouted, turning a ghastly pale. "No… We would never!"