The luxurious ship sailed on the Nao'an River, cutting through the autumn wind as it went.
Thierry, having changed into a woolen blend coat, hesitated for a long time at the door of a cabin before gently knocking.
"Lord Lorenzo, may I come in?"
"Come in." The voice inside remained composed to the point of being cold.
Stepping inside, Thierry stood before Lorenzo, who had just set his book aside, and hesitated for a long while.
It seemed Lorenzo knew what Thierry wanted to ask, but he did not speak, simply waiting quietly.
"Teacher, are we really going to sign the treaty at Black Mud Castle?"
"What else? Are we here on vacation?"
"Do you really believe the vampires will uphold the treaty? You know, because of your actions, many think you're, you're..." Thierry trailed off without finishing.
Lorenzo simply placed the book down and pointed to the chair in front of him, indicating for Thierry to sit down: "What do you think?"
"I don't think you're a traitor, nor a coward."
