Chapitre 185: mysterious sword

The king of Aragon sat on his throne, the anger in him evident. He was breathing hard, and his fists were tightly clenched.

His council and nobles were all scared to talk, as they looked at him, waiting to see what he would do.

"That brat! I want his head, I want his head!" the king said, slamming his hand down on the throne and cracking it.

"How dare he kill my men? How dare he disrespect me like this?" the king said in anger.

One of the councilmen gathered the courage to speak. "My lord, we were the ones that attacked first, and that makes this a legal war.

And what they are doing now is part of the war. None of our men have tried to surrender, so that means they are still warriors in war.

Surely the king of that kingdom wants to spite you and make you enraged, and it is working to his advantage.

We have to take a step back and think. We have realized that our enemies are not as weak and disoriented as we expected them to be.