Sianor and the others stood in silence for a moment, looking at the empty battlefield.
No one spoke right away.
Before anyone could say anything, a flying ship appeared behind them.
It approached steadily, stopping not far from where they stood.
It was Garion's ship.
The moment it arrived, all of them moved without hesitation.
Sianor, Clark, and Floren stepped onto the deck one after another.
Garion stood there, relaxed as usual.
Sianor was the first to speak. "…Garion."
He looked directly at him. "Did you really defeat Darius?"
Garion looked at him, then smirked. "Of course not."
Floren blinked once. "…Then who did?"
Garion didn't rush his answer. "My disciple."
He paused briefly. "And also his daughter, Dahlia."
All three of them were surprised.
Floren's expression changed immediately. "…Wait."
He leaned forward slightly. "What do you mean by that?"
His tone sharpened. "You're saying Dahlia defeated him?"
Garion nodded. "Of course she did."
