บท 189: Aftermath

Inside the king's tent, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun, Conradin and Galvano reclined comfortably, savoring the taste of victory as they sipped their wine. The warm rays of the sun filtered through the tent's fabric, casting gentle patterns of light and shadow across the room.

"We won a great victory," Galvano remarked, breaking the pleasant silence that had settled between them.

Conradin's smile, tinged with the satisfaction of triumph, was unmistakable. "Indeed, we did," he replied, his gaze momentarily drifting towards the cast on his arm. "In the end, the audacious maneuver made  by Maletta proved decisive."

The Duke of Salerno, once skeptical of the king's strategic prowess, found himself admiring Conradin's military acumen. The battle had been a testament to the young monarch's ability to plan and execute daring tactics, catching their foes off guard.