Harry's men were getting desperate, and they couldn't hold out any longer. With his remaining strength, Harry tried to knock out as many of his opponents as possible. Even some of the wounds on his body due to the sword scratches he no longer felt. Until finally, he met the clan leader, who looked at him with anger.
"We don't have to fight over a misunderstanding," said Harry.
"We will fight until one of us dies," replied the clan chief.
"This is just a misunderstanding, someone is deliberately making us kill each other. They are not from the British Empire."
"Who is it, then? Only Scotland and England here, no one else between us."
"I don't know, we're investigating it."
"I don't trust you anymore. The last time I trusted you, you guys attacked us stealthily."
