Chapter 177: Their Determination
The afternoon sun cast its warm light as Brone slowly opened his eyes, emerging from a deep slumber.
As he blinked, a wave of dizziness and a sharp pang of pain from the hangover washed over him. It took a moment for the Bargesian leader to gather his thoughts and gradually sit on the bed.
"My lord, you have awakened!" Brone’s loyal assistant exclaimed with relief when he entered the room to check on him.
"D*mn that liquor! How could I pass out after only a few gallons?" Brone cursed, his voice laced with frustration, as he gingerly massaged his temple in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing pain.
"You certainly indulged quite a bit last night, my lord. I will request the servant to prepare some hangover soup for you," Mikhal responded, pouring a glass of water from the table beside the bed and offering it to the Bargesian leader.
Brone accepted the glass and took a grateful sip, feeling a surge of relief as the cool water eased his parched throat. Handing the glass back to his faithful assistant, he mustered his focus and inquired, "Never mind. What time is it now?"
Mikhal responded, "It’s already well past the afternoon."
Brone’s eyes widened, realising the implications. "Afternoon? That means... the proclamation parade..."
"You missed it, my lord. You were quite intoxicated, so we brought you back to the palace. But Mr Hayes didn’t return with us. I don’t know where he went, and he hasn’t been back yet."
"Ah... sh*t! I missed the opportunity to see the concubine!" Brone exclaimed, cursing his luck once more. "Don’t mind that st*pid mage! It’s not that he’s so important to us!"
Observing the disappointment etched on Brone’s face, Mikhal swiftly relayed some news to assuage his feelings.