Chapter 1108. Squashing (3)
Knight Wellinger wordlessly stared at Besley.
‘Sir Besley, you...’
Besley was a wise man. More courageous than anyone. A true warrior blessed with wisdom and courage! That was the only ‘correct’ evaluation Besley deserved, and the reason why so many respected and supported him.
‘But that man has become...’
Just what did he experience to become so cynical?
Wellinger calmly spoke up again. “Sir Besley.”
“I have nothing more to say to you.”
“Very well. But I do have something to talk to you about.”
Besley’s brows twitched a little.
“Sir Besley. This is not the time to let your emotions dictate your actions. I have no idea what you have experienced. However, whatever it is, you must not let it interfere in our efforts to determine the fate of the Knights and their authorities, and the Round Table's future.
“I do not mind you dissenting from us. I do not mind at all even if you insult me. However, not giving us your opinion is going against the principle of the Round Table itself. I firmly believe that someone of your caliber already knows this.”