Chapitre 557: Relieved

In the empty banquet hall, Thales and Zayen faced each other from afar.

In the distance, the crowd thinned as guards and servants were still seeing off the nervous guests, whom from time to time looked over cautiously but in awe.

"Now?"

Zayen's surprise lasted for only a second before his genteel upbringing restrained his expression.

The Duke of Iris Flowers did not speak, and ignored the few anxious glances cast at him from a distance. He merely paced through the mess on the floor towards Thales.

Thales looked at him coldly.

Until Zayen stopped in front of the short sword.

"So you just took a shot in the dark, bluffed, and tried your luck?"

The master of Covendier looked at the short sword on the ground, calm and half-smirking.