"You made it back." Julius happily said as he walked over to Octavius. The man in question delayed, lay down in a relaxed manner, unable to even get up and bow towards Juliuus. Julius didn't care and took a seat. He knew Octavius had burned himself dry during the siege. He wasn't such a narcissist that he needed Octavious to bow to him every time they met.
"We done a number on them. Cassius may be dead, but..." Octavius sighed and rubbed his eyes, "Rameil was captured during battle."
"The Grand Templar." Seeing Octavius nod, Julius clicked his tongue in annoyance. "My brother is a cold-hearted bastard. This won't be enough to have him leave the war. If anything, he may have Ramiel silently killed to fan the flames against Magnus."
Seeing Octavius' surprised expression, Julius chuckled deeply, "As much as he hates the idea, he is exactly like Father. He hides behind the veil of innocence. Don't trust him if you ever meet him."
