Chapitre 889: Oliver Patrick - Part 2

"An old foe," Skullic said. "Our time of peace is over. The High King has the ammunition he needs to fire at you – at both of us, and he's damn well going to go all out."

 Oliver flinched, and his smile faded. "Him? What ammunition? Have we not been keeping relatively quiet? We've been fulfilling his missions, and we've been winning. I wouldn't say I've done anything too outlandish…"

"Ah," Skullic almost looked regretful, as he saw Oliver's confusion. "Did it not occur to you, boy, the week before last, that as well as a turning point in your years, it would be a turning point in how the world treated you?"

"The week before last..? You mean… Ah, of course," Oliver put the dots together in his head. The week before last had been his birthday. Or at least, the birthday that Oliver Patrick had been given, since he needed to have one, Oliver had ended up picking an almost random day in the fourth month of the year.