“What should we do now?” one of the guards asked. “Evermore’s near-invincible, Consul. Maybe we should agree to their conditions.”

“Their conditions?” Stefan glared coldly. “They want me to either kill myself, or they kill me themselves. How am I supposed to agree to that?”

The guard shivered; he couldn’t say another word at this point.

Stefan casually sat down, and took a sip of his cold tea.

“Since Evermore has already announced my death, they’ll surely take action soon after.

“They’re pr