Just as Horn was flipping through the "Truth" newspaper from the recent period to confirm the developments in the Thousand River Valley after he left, Moliat tapped her teacup with a spoon, the crisp sound echoing in the sunlit room.
Seeing the puzzled look in Horn's eyes, Moliat said, "You really made a huge impression with this battle. Your news of repeatedly defeating the Falan army is spreading throughout the Thousand River Valley. Defeating Leia in the north, Falan in the south—such victories have left everyone a bit unaccustomed."
"Win a few more times, and they'll get used to it." Horn nonchalantly put down the newspaper, grinning as he spoke.
Moliat's face also broke into a smile, "Is it my imagination, or have you become more arrogant since I first met you?"
