Monan found himself in Lancaster when he woke up.
He felt a bitter taste in his mouth when he was informed about old Basil being received by the mayor and moved to the guest room of mayor's residence.
In every manner speaking, he had failed in his duty as a knightly escort.
Still, the other escorts of the diplomatic corps also had terrible looks on their faces.
Aside from Basil being assertively ushered away by the Lancaster mayor's forces while they were unconscious, it appeared that they were more surprised by the outcome of their confrontation.
It was hard to believe, but a single person had wiped the floor with them, a full detachment of imperial military elites!
Moreover, not a single one of them had been killed, making it even less of a fight. Indeed, the Flatfish Swordsman wasn't giving an inch—he was giving a mile!
"So? What happened to that man?"
Monan asked another knight who had recovered before he did.