"They're in trouble." Aron said beside Ryan, watching Alexander being carried off on a stretcher. "They believed you would lose with one hundred percent certainty, so they didn't even think to call an opponent for the next game."
"Music to my ears." Ryan said good-humoredly. "I love disappointing others, even more so when they seek to make my life difficult." Aron laughed just as good-humoredly.
Ryan won against a prince, a warrior who took up the sword as soon as he learned to walk.
The art of war was carved into his bones since he learned to read.
But as if that weren't enough.
Ryan won against this warrior, while he cheated in his own favor.
Aron couldn't have been more satisfied.
He gave a few playful pats on Ryan's shoulder drawing some laughs from him while for a moment both forgot about the purge of spies that happened the night before.
"And now?" Ryan asked, to which Aron soon answered.
