Waiting For The 11

"Don't call me that!" Evander raised the gun and let out a thick killing intent.

"Master?" Varian was clueless to why he was reacting like this.

"Don't call me anything!" Evander roared like a lion. "You betrayed me! Do you still have any conscience left after what you did to my daughter?"

"Err, I talked to Sarah about it. She was okay with it. I swear on my soul that Sarah and Isad—" Varian started to explain before the gun moved forward and almost poked his nose.

"You had one thing to do!" Evander loaded the gun and said through gritted teeth.

"One thing?" Varian tried hard to think. If it's not Isadora, then what?

"Yes, just one thing!" Evander gnashed his teeth.

"Ah, I'm planning the upgrade of army, don't wo—"

"Fuck the army!"

"Wh-What?"

Listening to the man who dedicated his life to the army say those words, Varian wondered if he was in an illusion. Did a divine ranker capture him or what?