Chapitre 467: Connecting Dots

"He is acting out of character, Alisart Cleavster I mean, although evidently a big fan of regular battle, blades clashing with blades, up and personal, slaughters occurring as two opposing forces meet, two tides crashing against one another… It is only obvious that he would see to some revisions in his usual approach to war, but something is fishy…"

"...No offence meant, Poitirus"

"No offence taken" the lieutenant that was to be in time the guardian of all that was ocean, sea and other lakes as per Loimos's vision, just raised one hand up in the air for short moment, draped in naught but a small marine blue cloak covering his shoulders and crooked back, he just sat on a chair, holding onto his spear.