The Mad Track Record

"W-What do you want to know?" Varian asked through gritted teeth.

With his life not in his hands anymore, he at least wanted to die a proper death. If that somehow helping the Alliance defeat the God Emperor, so be it. At least, his wives and people would be able to live in peace.

"Why have you hidden yourself instead of submitting the slivers?" Aphosis asked in a straighforward tone.

"Huh?" Varian was dumbfounded. Did this guy have a screw loose?

"The slivers will show the best effect when they're in my hands or that of Aridam. Even Equilius could be considered. But you, you are a weakling. There is nothing more you can do that we cannot. Why have you kept the slivers so shamelessly? How did you ever think you were worthy?"

Aphosis' questions were sharp but there was no doubt that he genuinely believed what he said.

Varian pursed his lips for a moment. Was he supposed to be pissed off?