Bab 379: A Good Tongue Game (End)

After the brief "clash" that had happened between he and Basil, Cyane immediately went back to his Manor.

His second-in-command told him he had lost his consciousness for a couple of seconds, so it was really embarrassing for him to remain there. All of the soldiers under Basil's command gave him a sneer, and he couldn't do anything about it.

As stuck up as he was, he knew when to admit defeat, and how to accept it. He was unhappy, of course, but he didn't begrudge Basil in the slightest; he just felt the need to improve himself so he could surpass Basil soon.

"Don't worry, Lord Cyane. We have more troops than him. When things go south, we will be able to easily overpower him. Our troop's might, after all, is unparalleled!"

Sitting at the desk in his bedroom, Cyane listened to his second-in-command half-heartedly. Unlike him, his second-in-command didn't seem able to accept the fact that he had lost to Basil.