Chapitre 942: Setting out to War - Part 9

It was short and sweet, but that seemed to be appropriate. Nila skipped happily away, shooting a triumphant look at Oliver, as if to say 'See, I didn't have to say nearly as much'. Oliver simply shrugged. Once he'd started speaking, the nervousness had faded. Making it any shorter wouldn't have saved him much grief.

With a sigh, Greeves dragged himself up next. The crowd was still waiting in anticipation, after all, and someone would have to dismiss them.

"Right," the man said, not showing a hint of the nervousness that Oliver and Nila had. "I'm going to be supporting the girl, as she does what she's asked to do. I doubt that you will want to speak to me directly, but aye, regardless, I'm here."

His blunt statement was met with mute acknowledgement, as one would expect. Greeves allowed it to sink in for a second longer, before he motioned with his hands to shoo them away.