"Sir Bethel, you really sent the overconfident nobody to his death. Although I respect your choice and support it with relish, may I ask why you did this? I do not mean to question your decision, but there are many cocky fools like him, so what was your true motive?" a lanky man clad in black armour asked with an intrigued tone, smiling somewhat mischievously as he fixed his gaze on Bethel, who stood facing a stained mirror that depicted a dying figure with a sword poised forward and wings reddened with blood.
Bethel remained silent for a while, averting his gaze from the stained glass before settling it on the quiet, spacious room, which contained only a single long table with four chairs along each side and a large bed against the wall. This served as both his chamber and the meeting area for his hunting party's core members.
After a stretch of the same silence, he smiled as he recalled the young man he had just sent to his death.
