Robert's enraged roar was practically a sedative for Geoffrey. This cruel and spoiled prince became as docile as a quail in the face of his father who had fought his way out of the battlefield.
"Damn, that was something! Haha!"
With his large belly sticking out, Robert eagerly approached Lann, who had already sheathed his sword.
"Damn, I've never seen someone of your build take on a Clegane, and damn, you won! Haha!"
The high level of cursing in the compliment made Lann raise an eyebrow, but judging from the reactions of the surrounding nobles, they were already quite used to their king speaking this way.
He slapped Lann's shoulder hard, making the plates of his composite armor clatter.
The force in his hand seemed extraordinarily strong, even beyond that of an ordinary person.
"The result of the trial by combat is clear, under the witness of the Seven Gods, justice has favored the victor!"
"Now, I declare Nymelia innocent, and no Ice Wolf will die here."
