'That went better than I expected, it seems I have underestimated just how tyrannical the royal family has been in the past, even noble houses that were neutral or had once supported it are jumping ship the first opportunity they get.' Lyle thought with a smirk as he walked out of the forest, only for his face to suddenly change.
'Somebody is watching me.'
'The organization, or is it possibly the army?'
'It could be another noble house, or perhaps someone different entirely?'
Suddenly, the person that Lyle had sensed moved, he walked toward him and stepped out of the shadows.
'So it's him.' Lyle sighed in relief inwardly as he saw Osmor, the mid-grade Golden Knight that served Zeldick Oslo.
'No, it seems he is no longer a mid-grade Golden Knight, but a high-grade one.' Lyle noted in his head as he walked toward Osmor who merely waited for him before walking right behind him.
