In the dungeon.
A middle-aged man, stripped of his armor and wearing only a thin silk undergarment, asked with some confusion, "You are Losa?"
Losa casually pulled over a chair and sat down, scrutinizing the man in front of him, whom he never considered a rival: "You seem a bit disappointed?"
Governor Iben nodded: "A little. I originally thought I would see a heroic figure."
Losa chuckled: "Quite stubborn."
Governor Iben gave a wry smile: "If I were truly stubborn, I wouldn't have surrendered. I just feel you look different from what I imagined. Someone who could train such an elite force—how could he look like you?"
"What do you think I should look like? A monster with three hands and five legs?"
Governor Iben shook his head: "Certainly not such a handsome young man. At your age, I was still lingering between the thighs of prostitutes."
"Even if you flatter me, I won't spare you half of the ransom."
