"So I must die?" After a long silence, Roger spoke.
"I don't want your life, after all, we've fought together before. But you can rest assured, I can promise you and your friends a long life and power, within my permission."
"That sounds good." Roger smiled, his furrowed brows relaxed, looking extremely at ease.
"If it's really like you said, how am I any different from a pet?"
"History has seen many similar events. First, power is stripped away, then dignity, and finally, life."
"Is this part of your plan?" Roger asked.
"No, losing power means you're no threat to me, and what you imagine won't happen."
Upon hearing Ophelia's words, Roger shook his head, "I prefer to make my own choices, to let destiny be in my own hands."
"So..." Ophelia sighed lightly, "You still choose to reject me?"
"If that's the case, I'm sorry, but I'll have to resort to force!"
"If it comes to a fight, I might not lose!"
Power surged through Roger's body, and his muscles gradually tightened.
