The Count of Basel, along with most of the detachment's noble commanders, had been captured and forced to sit at the negotiation table. On the opposite side, Fried and General Bertrand sat comfortably, sipping tea.
The contrast in their expressions could not have been starker.
The Basel nobles, defeated and taken prisoner in a battle they'd all but won, sat with faces rigid with humiliation. Fried and the general, on the other hand, had come back from the brink of death and couldn't stop smiling.
For Fried, it would be remembered as a day of heaven and purgatory rolled into one, terrifying yet utterly satisfying. The same went for me, though. I'd gotten thoroughly thrashed this time around.
Thank God I'd had the Courage 200% Scroll, at least.
