For a moment, Thales thought Tormorden was about to cry.
Under the illumination of the light from the fire, his lips brushed against each other while his small eyes above his cheek bones blinked. His eyes were unfocused, and his oily hair on his forehead swayed a little.
The owner of the merchant group took a deep breath and managed to make his swaying body not fall.
Tormorden's cheeks moved, and his lips curled into an extremely unpleasant-looking smile.
"Alright.
"Do you know what this reminds me of?"
Tormorden coughed, while the necklace on his neck quivered continuously. "In the days when the country was enveloped in the flames of war, my great-grandfather fought battles under the leadership of the Virtuous King, Mindis the Third. His Majesty told him at a banquet, 'The more difficult of a situation we are in, the more confident we should be.'"
