"What do you mean by that?" President Aaron Firehand asked.
"You will see." Devin said, smiling.
"Speak your mind now, before I speak it for you."
"I am a man of few words because my words have value unlike the heresy you plague your followers with."
"'I plague my followers'? I have no idea what you speak of."
"You believe your own lies, you senile old man."
"I am senile? And old man? I think that's not a nice thing to say. I'm merely 1,000,000 years old."
"It's not nice, yet it is true."
"Think again. The only truth here is that when you said your words have value. Which they do, this is a democracy. For now. However, the value of it is very little as you are a heretic."
"If this democracy is as free as you say, your time as a leader will come to an end very soon."
"If you come from Chugustus, then I will go straight to the Emperor. If not, then you will find your country at war with mine."
"At war," Devin said. "Ha, ha!"
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
