The Secret of ‘Triumph’

Everyone left the meeting hall.

There were only two silhouettes left, one larger than the other. They sat side-by-side on a set of stairs at one side of the hall.

Thales felt slightly anxious. 'What is this old man's intention of asking me to stay here? It can't really be that he just wants to 'have a drink', can it?'

Despite the thick cotton cloak over his shoulders, King Nuven showed off the clear outline of his muscles under the cloak, although his skin was already wrinkled. With a sour expression, he glared at the bandages on his body and raised his wine goblet.

"I'm getting old." King Nuven took a swig of wine and flexed his left arm with a pained expression. "In the past, I could last through a battle of this intensity for a day and a night, but now…"

The old king snorted coldly and drank the rest of the wine. Thales did not say anything. He was trying hard to calm his breathing.