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Calthor rubbed his chin, nodding slowly.

"So you're taking orders from that slave of yours now?" The general mumbled.

Calthor's head snapped towards him, and he slowly rose up from his throne.

"M-My lo-" The general couldn't even finish his sentence before calthor sent his halberd right through his body, and through his chair, driving the blade all the way into the stone floor.

The old man coughed up some blood,  his arms shaking, he went on for about half a minute before going limp.

"Sylvester, I appoint you as Governor."Calthor said, his eyes still fixed on the corpse.

"Y-yes, my lord." The man on the left, now known as Sylvester, slowly stood up and made his way out of the throne room, not before giving Calthor a bow.

The one in the red cloak silently left, matter of fact, it was like she was never there.