Chapter 941: Ending (1)
Inside the Round Table entourage's car…
"Sir, that wasn't like you back there," said one of the subordinates.
What he said could constitute insolence. No, forget "could." It was undoubtedly an act of insolence.
However, the Master didn't lose his cool. That was because he was an incomparably gracious and generous man.
He certainly thought his subordinate's criticism wasn't without merit.
"Sir… Fighting that man will not change anything. It's a fight where we stand to lose so much but have nothing to gain."
The Master glanced at the subordinate. "Do you think I'll lose?"
"Sir, it won't matter whether you win against that man or not."
"...Indeed," the Master slowly nodded. "I have nothing to worry about the future of the Round Table, then."