Leon wandered slowly in the dead of night. He left the the Old Knight camp while the others were asleep, walking for nearly an hour as he assured himself that he wasn't being followed. Finally, he reached a predetermined spot, where a short chubby figure that wore a hooded cloak, tried his best to mask his identity stood. Around the man, was several Colman soldiers, all trying their best to mask their colors, with scantily made cloaks.

     Leon walked directly up the chubby leader in the hood, not wasting a single second to speak. “None of this would have happened if that arrogant son of yours hadn't interfered,” he said.

     “I gave you another chance didn't I?” replied the chubby man. “Admit it; you have no control over A...

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