"Waa—!" Inside the cave, Jones held Dora and cried loudly, "He is actually a Lich! He is actually a Lich! How can you expect me to believe that a Knight is a Lich? I can't beat him, I completely can't beat him!"
"Lord Jones, be good, don't cry..." Dora gently stroked Jones's hair.
"He left a soul mark on me. He said that after the battle, he wants me to apologize to Yilin in public, and even write a self-criticism! I'm a member of the Blood Clan, can't he give me some face? I'm the shame of the Blood Clan, how could this happen... Waa—!"
Jones was sobbing uncontrollably, and Dora stood there stunned, not knowing what to do.
"Didn't he think about capturing you to threaten the King?"
"He said... he said he wanted to resolve it in a knight's way," Jones choked as he spoke.
"In a knight's way... resolve?" Dora couldn't believe her ears.
...
The wind blew gently, sweeping across the plains.
Under the sunlight, Gray sat quietly on his horse.
Everyone was quietly watching him.
