After the newly arrived Warriors finished their greetings, Basil turned to Ione. She immediately nodded her head and then explained why she had only gathered nine Warriors despite having unified twelve Dungeons in total.
"They have lost the blade in their hearts, they said? I wonder if it is merely scepticism burying the blade," was Basil's response to the information. "What do they want to do for the rest of their lives then?"
"They just want to stay in the Dungeon and do nothing," Ione answered.
"Have they become a fustilarian[1] after spending two millennia trapped in the Dungeon? Nothing but a fudge[2] methinks!" Basil frowned lightly. "They must yearn to see me—to see the living proof of the claim."
Rather than thinking that the Warriors had lost their will to fight, Basil assumed that they were just too sceptical to believe in Ione's words. It was not far-fetched to think that way considering what they had gone through two millennia ago.
