His clothes were in disarray, his finest fabric generously torn into many pieces with the rest of his body still dripping wet.
Despite such a disheveled state, he kept his gaze steady, the usual determination and stubbornness lingering in his eyes. He looked straight at Tyr, who had a face of reprimand. On the side, Kaspar averted his gaze.
"Fighting, falling into the water, being brought to the police station—it's quite the accomplishment."
Just like any elder whose bad mood is followed by a stubborn child committing mistakes outside home, only to be rebuked and sent back by others, Tyr's face turned grim.
Any parent would be angry about such an incident. After all, Tyr was an officer, a hot-tempered military man.
"Do you think you'll get the Colonel's attention by being so disobedient?"
Had it not been for Roland, the adopted son of the Governor, any boy causing such havoc and appearing defiant in front of him would have been greeted with a fist.
