Sylas needed someone who valued honor over personal gain and could uphold their promises. The only person that came to mind was the very knight he had just released.
"I wasn't thinking clearly," Bjorn admitted.
"It happens."
Sylas rose from his seat and turned to the soldiers, many of whom still looked stunned by the victory.
"Soldiers!"
Sylas's booming voice captured everyone's attention, and he spoke calmly.
"We have won."
"…"
"We have won without shedding a single drop of our own blood."
He avoided complicated words, instead reinforcing the simple fact that they had won. Slowly, a spark returned to the soldiers' eyes.
"We have won!"
They won. No one among them had died, yet they had won. It didn't matter if it was a trick or whatever—victory was theirs.
"There is hope," they thought.