The Windsor family had just completed the funeral for Cecilia when Nathan brought Bryson back to Brimmopolis.
“Kneel here for a month. Should you still be alive after a month, then it means your time isn't up yet,” Nathan ordered while dragging him toward Cecilia's grave.
The Windsor family members all had a burning hatred in their eyes as they glared at Bryson from the side. Had they been allowed to, they probably would've killed him on the spot.
“I think a month is a little too long for him. Judging by the injuries on his legs, he'd definitely be dead by then,” Hansel said.
“How should we punish him then, Mr. Windsor?” Nathan asked politely.
“I think having him kneel here for seven days is good enough. If he can survive kneeling here for a week, then we shall assume that Cecilia has forgiven him. He can then proceed to carry on with his life as usual afterward,” Hansel replied.
Nathan nodded. “Okay. We'll do it your way, Mr. Windsor.”
Bryson didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his predicament. On the one hand, he knew he would most probably survive kneeling for seven days, but on the other, he would forever remain a disabled person if he didn't get his injuries treated.
After assigning someone to keep watch over Bryson, Hansel and the others returned to the city with Nathan.
They took the same car on the way back, and Hansel couldn't stop thanking Nathan for helping the Windsor family seek justice.
Halfway through the conversation, he mentioned Cayden, who had recently returned.
“Nathan, I hear my superiors are arranging for Cayden to become the Assistant Chief Military Governor. What do you make of him?”
“I don't know much about General Quillen. All I know is that he used to be a God of War twenty years ago. They called him Chivalrous God of War because he was a righteous man and had contributed greatly to the military,” Nathan replied with a smile.
“Cayden may seem like a chivalrous gentleman, but he is actually extremely arrogant and power-hungry. However, his achievements in the military are indeed excellent, and his combat prowess was unmatched in the world twenty years ago. I cannot just label him as good or bad because it would be oversimplifying things. Regardless, as your mentor, I must remind you to be wary of him,” Hansel said.
Nathan asked casually, “Did you find out about something, Mr. Windsor?”
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