Chapter 584 - The Weak And The Strong (2/2)

The Imperial Prince swallowed his rage and stood in place, his back ramrod straight and his gaze locked onto Leonel.

If others who knew of his personality were here, there was no doubt that they would be shocked beyond belief. This was a man who was known for his stoicism no matter what the situation. For him to have lost his temper not just once, but twice, and even in such quick succession… It could only be said that this man was truly protective of his father, even if the one he was protecting The Emperor from was his very own nephew.

”The weak do not have a voice. They do not have the right to demand, nor do they have any right to direct the actions of the strong.”

Leonel indifferently listened to these words. Didn't he already know this? Existences like The Empire and The Slayer Legion made it as clear as possible. Those with strength could survive, while those who were weak could only scramble for scraps.

Hard work? Perseverance? It didn't seem to be worth a damn in this world.

If you weren't born with backing, talent, or both, you were finished. In fact, Leonel would have long since died dozens of times over if not for having such things in his corner.

However… He felt that this was wrong. Why was his life more valuable than others? Why was it that he could stand here while his friends had to be buried?

Emperor Fawkes replied simply. However, before Leonel could even think of responding, he continued.

”Such words won't get through to you. And, quite frankly, I hate explaining myself the most.”

An air of suffocating majesty filled the garden. Even Leonel couldn't help but feel his knees buckle somewhat. This sort of presence… It was far beyond his own.

If it wasn't for a worthless pride that had bubbled forth from within him, unwilling to give in to his grandfather's ideals, he may very well have fallen in that very moment.

”However, you are my grandson, yet I have never been a part of your life. Consider my next words as payment for this missed time. After this, you can consider our relationship as neutrally as you please.”

The pressure bore down on Leonel. Sweat poured from his back, his spine trembling.

”You must blame me for the Paradise Island incidents. Yet, why is it that you don't assign the same blame to your father? Was he not knowledgeable about the situation? In fact, he's quite a bit more powerful than I am. If he wanted to, he likely could have waited until the Metamorphosis began and slaughtered every Invalid on the planet before going on his way.

”But I guess that much is just a small matter. What about the things he left behind for you? I'm sure they would help someone much weaker than yourself protect their lives, why is it that you've kept it for yourself? If the Slayer Legion had those treasures, I'm sure less people would have died and your friends would have been saved.

”I guess that much can be passed off as a small matter as well. But, in addition to not doing your best to help the Slayer Legion stave off casualties, you just murdered a young lady who was only trying her best to survive.

”Wasn't she among the weak you think the strong should protect? Or is it that the weak you refer to only encompass the people you think are deserving? After all, you are one of the strong. Supposedly.”