"HUH?! Why should I?"
Seth retorted, glaring at Morris.
[This bastard always ruins the fun!]
"And what is that thing you are carrying?"
He gestured toward the blue haired girl who was unconscious.
"Myra..."
Moxley muttered happily, glancing over at Myra whom he had thought was long dead.
Morris ignored Seth and turned his head to Garfield.
"My Lord…"
He bowed deeply.
"I have some disheartening news…"
He chewed his lips and hesitated to continue speaking.
"Spit it out already!"
Garfield grew impatient.
"…It would seem that all of our knights have perished."
Garfield trembled upon hearing the words that came out of Morris's mouth, he wanted nothing more than it to be some sort of sick joke, but he knew Morris was incapable of such even under normal circumstances.
"How can that be?!"
He shouted, clenching his chubby first.
"Are you telling me that a bunch of slum rats beat a Baron's army? MY army?!"
"I am afraid so, my Lord."
"He is right…"