บท 178: Achilles's True

The tension in the room had finally eased, the after-battle meeting of the Greek kings reaching its conclusion with little incident. Jason Spencer, had made his points, but Agamemnon, sitting upon his makeshift throne, barely regarded them as anything more than the naive ramblings of a young man. To Agamemnon, Jason and the others were nothing more than boys playing at war, unaware of the true weight that kings like him carried.

Agamemnon leaned back, his heavy golden armor gleaming under the dim light, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Why didn't Achilles come?" Agamemnon's gruff voice broke the momentary silence, his sharp eyes shifting toward Patroclus, who was preparing to leave the gathering.