Furin's anger had actually dissipated long ago; she simply needed a way to step down.
But Chelina, feeling "deeply sinful," didn't have the face to "dare ask" for Furin's forgiveness.
When leaving Furin's room, it was already evening.
When Losa came out of the Lord's Hall, he happened to encounter Baron Charlie, who had a black eye and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Losa's gaze swept over his black eye but said nothing, simply asking, "What happened?"
"Sir, the heretics' riding cavalry are too rampant. Previously, His Majesty Richard often launched attacks, making them afraid to show their faces. I'm wondering if your prestige might be affected if you don't respond?"
Baron Charlie hesitated with his choice of words.
"If my prestige can be shaken so easily, it wouldn't be prestige at all."
Losa shook his head. "The Saracens are testing our waters; let them be arrogant for a few more days."
