Sir. Oliver's sudden resurrection made people question their beliefs about death. The only person who didn't have his mouth wide agape was Francis, who causally walked back to his throne to sit.
"Thank your stars you didn't die. I would have punished you for foolishly dying," Fracis said.
"I thought….I thought…. weren't you? Are you?" The elder who had spoken about his son earlier said, questioning his own sanity.
"And is that why you wanted to replace me so soon?" Sir. Oliver asked, gently rubbing his bald head.
The elder shook his head. "I just didn't want the king to stay without a right hand man since he's used to having one."
Lord Chris coughed, moving everyone's attention towards himself. "I can go now, can I not? The man didn't die….see? Let me go!" Chris yelled.
Francis laughed. "I never go back on my word. I don't care whether the seer is dead or not," Francis said then he stood up.