In Drayton, there was an ongoing roundtable meeting regarding the brief battle. All those who oversaw each floating island were present, aside from the noblemen who had died in the war.
"We warned him not to answer their taunts! That fool almost ruined our plans!" One of the nobles grumbled. He was referring to the man who had answered Zachery's threats.
"Language..." Queen Cassandra warned.
"Can't say I blame the young fella." An older man began to stroke his beard. "He was the one taking the brunt of the vanguard's attack. They might have set his island ablaze if he didn't act."
Aside from mild murmurs, the majority nodded in agreement.
"But we must thank you, your highness." One spoke and all eyes turned to Cassandra. "Once again, your foresight has come in handy. Was that why yo
