Rex had long known him to be a dutiful, serious man, but he worried that Amal might collapse from it all.
As for Lord Quintus?
He was fine.
He was ten years younger than Amal and well used to battlefields.
The High Priest, with two of his clerics, had questioned the leaders of the former military government that was chained in the underground prison about the forbidden ancient magic circle.
The third leader, Libertus, did not know much either.
The true mastermind was his deputy, Roaille.
Libertus was a pitiful man, even to Rex's eyes—not fit for the weight of a general or minister.
"Lord Libertus had no knowledge of this. It was all my decision alone. He only moved the soldiers as I requested."
Roaille had said this.
It seemed less like protecting his master and more like stating the plain truth.
Libertus only hung his head, fiddling with the stone floor with the chained fingers of his right hand, drawing meaningless shapes.
So the questioning had focused on Roaille.
