Edward II, having enjoyed the cheers of the crowd, went to a nearby tent to change his clothes; afterward, he returned to the stand and announced the beginning of the tournament.
In another tent, Essos, with the aid of his Squire Knight, was tending to the bruises on his body.
His son, Atis, came in from outside and glanced at the golden armor beside him, now deformed from being thrown.
"Really, that fool let you wear this armor made of gold to fight him?"
"It looks better visually."
"And that bastard also chopped off the legs of Red King! That was your favorite warhorse, and you spent a full thousand gold lions to buy it."
"It's just a beast," the Sword Saint said calmly, "If it's gone, I can buy another."
"But he still forced you to lose to him!" Atis said angrily.
"You are the Sword Saint, the top expert of the Gedeon family, no one in Lion Heart Castle is your match, even in this frail golden armor, that fat pig had no chance of beating you.
