Bab 581: Good Boy (Part One)

Using a single finger, Tycondrius pushed one of Athena's weapons away. It immediately returned to its position, pressing against the skin of his neck... but not drawing blood. 

The girl's mana control was precise, as always. 

"I know I can't defeat you just like this, Sir Tycon," Athena growled. "I know you have a buttload of defensive Skills... I'd have to go all out..."

"Go on, then," Tycon leaned forward. The two blades pressed into his neck gave way-- still not cutting him. "Even without me, you'll win with the forces we've gathered."

"You mean the forces *you've* gathered," Athena grimaced... "Isidor's Faction is only loyal to you... The Vralkek Faction, all yours... and the same with Mister Emilien's guild.

"I just... I don't understand, Sir Tycon," The young lady shouted as her frustrated tears began to fall. "We're so strong... Why do we have to do this? Why do we have to commit GENOCIDE?!"