Colosseum, VVIP Area.
Looking at the panicking crowd from above, Zeil hurriedly dismissed his knights and told them to go help control the situation.
Once the knights left, a smirk appeared on Zeil's face as he grabbed the wine glass from the nearby table and sipped it in a cheerful mood before speaking.
"As expected of you Saint Alex, you are really meticulous at your work…"
"I have been worried about my brother and father for so long, but you solved the problem so easily!"
"No matter how many praises I sing, words won't do you justice!"
Alex, who was sitting on a seat hidden from public sight, smiled at Zeil's words as he took a sip of tea before speaking.
"The problem hasn't been solved yet… this is just us building a foundation; the real work hasn't even begun…"
"So, don't celebrate too early… only fools declare victory before absolute certainity… and you, little Zeil, are not a fool but an intelligent gentleman!"
