Postponed Triumph (2)
"Well, well, well…. Look whom we have here."
Basil gazed at the person who had just arrived at the battlefield, August Rancuser, solemnly. He had felt it at their first encounter but he still couldn't help noting the fact that he had an instant dislike towards August.
Maybe it was because August was one of the people that had betrayed Caesar, the friend who had sacrificed himself for Basil's sake or maybe it was due to the damage August had done to the Pacifer that he was getting fond of. Whichever it was, Basil didn't care.
Getting out of the sticky situation was what mattered to him currently.
At Basil's lack of response, August scoffed. He was thinking maybe Basil was too nervous to say anything, which wasn't the case.
He gazed at Gerhard and Mason from the corner of his eyes. The two were standing uprightly but none of them dared to take any step closer.