Chapter 50: Straight to the Point
When Ambrose finally found Allen Watson, the once-proud paladin was sitting on the ground in utter defeat.
His longsword lay beside him, the blade chipped and cracked all over, a testament to the brutal fight that had occurred.
His face was a mess of swelling bruises; his handsome features were now completely unrecognizable. Yet even that wasn't the worst of it. His spirit seemed utterly crushed. The light in his eyes was gone, leaving him looking decades older.
Gareth stood nearby, calmly polishing his fingernails.
"What did you do to him?" Ambrose asked in disbelief.
The knight shook his head and said with mild disdain, "Just gave him a little lesson. Paladins these days are pathetic. To think someone like this would dare go adventuring on his own… The Lyon Empire really has fallen."
Ambrose raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a personal grudge."
Gareth grunted. "His father's the High Inquisitor of the Lyon Empire. Bad luck for him."
"You've got a grudge with James Watson too?" Ambrose asked, surprised.