บท 909: The Castle Town of Valance - Part 7

The Idris' heir's passion was tangible. Lord Farley Idris looked at his son with an expression of the utmost scrutiny. Verdant hadn't exactly blundered, not obviously enough for the mistake to be pounced on, but it was certain he was not following convention. He was tainted by emotion, just as Lord Idris counselled the Queen against.

With Verdant's urging, Oliver's finger was tapping against the finger of his sword, barely containing the urge to speak his mind. In this room full of great men, what fool could point his finger and promise greatness? Even Oliver knew that much. The years had matured him, they'd made him keep his quiet for longer, but so too had they strengthened his passion.

He caught Captain Lombard's eye. That man, as official as he was, could be counted on to make the right choice in moments like these. He'd known Oliver from the start of his martial career. He was in a better position than most to make such a judgement call.