Karstly tilted his head. "Another weakness of yours is that. You dislike being another man's piece. How are you to rise up the ranks if you can not tolerate even that? Others are not as forgiving as Blackwell and I."
"How did you rise up the ranks, with your personality?" Oliver countered.
"Oho," Karstly said, pointing a finger. "There's venom in our little feline today. Clever. I didn't go through the ranks doggedly like a normal man. I spent most of my time away from it, making a name for myself through Battle. I made my strategic acumen known long before I began to waste my time on piddling battles."
"So there are other roads," Oliver said.