On the other side of the mansion, Regulus stretched his arms and finally got up from his chair. Though the fight was still going on, he was done watching it since he had already drawn his satisfaction from somewhere else.
“Are we going somewhere, Milord?” one of his men asked when they saw him slowly walking towards the gate.
Regulus had a broad smile of victory on his face. He held his arms behind his back and replied, “Now that the King’s prize is secured in the dungeon, I think I should go to the town and order something nice to wear. I will be meeting him soon, after all.”
“Shall we join you?” that man asked again.
Regulus, however, waved his hand and then said, “No, I wish to go alone.”
