"Do you always travel with friends who can tear apart a castle with just a whisper, Count Rile?" Mordrak looked at me.
"Even the best tend to lose their composure at the situation you just made us witness, Duke Krell," I said, and gestured for Janus to retract his mana.
"What you did is considered as war-crime," I said.
"War in itself is a crime," Mordrak replied.
"You can't expect me to be ethical while committing a crime now, can you, Count Rile?" He said.
"War is a crime when your opponent is clearly weaker than you, but if both parties have similar strengths, it's not a crime anymore, it's considered an art," I replied, as the knights who had suffered severe internal injuries groaned and tried to stand up.
"You don't have the authority and the power to teach me about the ethics of war, Count Rile," Mordrak countered and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees.
