While Ale was busy planning his counter attacks, a certain enemy soldier who was captured and being kept in their base was having a complete mental breakdown.
"How did I end up here?"
"No.. When did he knock me out?"
"I lost? Did I really lose to a nobody? Me?"
"What do I do now? How do I get out? Is there any way I can escape this place without losing a limb or two?"
"... Should I just disclose my real identity and try to make a deal with the Knight Commander?"
"No no no.. That won't work. If they find out I have Royal blood, they'll just try to use me as a bargaining chip; not that it'll work."
While that certain someone was curled up in a ball in one corner of the cell and murmuring God knows what to himself, the other knights who were captured and held there with him slowly started to come back to their senses.
"What should we do now, captain?"
Asked one of the soldiers.
