On seeing the King retire to his chambers after beheading the Vice Sect Master, it had bee clear to Luther and Kellor who had been following behind him that he was in no state to handle anything right now.
Thus, along with the help of Faxul, the three set out to address the most pressing issues at the moment.
First of all, the job to tally all those who had passed away in the assault on the Palace had to be taken care of.
Faxul volunteered for this. Under his supervision, soldiers with trinkets which held the information about all the servants and soldiers in the Palace of Lanthanor were dispatched in order to collect all the bodies.
As the final count came in, Faxul sighed as he too felt that this disaster could have been avoided if the King had directed the situation in a different way.
Still, the trust he had in Daneel was unshakeable. Knowing that his friend would definitely rebound from this as a much more mature and petent King, he resolved to work harder to reach his goals.
The final count came out to be 189 total lives lost in this attack on the Palace, of which 50 were the soldiers who had been pinned on the walls.
While the ministers began the process of handling the remuneration and pension for all the families of those who had passed away, Kellor and Luther handled the disposal of the bodies of the Sect Members.
Their objective was to find any clues regarding the location of the remainder of the Withering Leaf Sect. After all, the Sect Master hadn't participated in this fight, along with all the weaker members of the Sect who had been seen fleeing the Valley of Mist.
As the majority of the strength of the Sect had already been decimated in this event, there was no doubt that the members remaining were just a husk of the force which had once stood on par with the Kingdoms in Central Angaria.
Thus, on this day, the Kingdom of Lanthanor had done something which hadn't been acplished by any other force in Central Angaria in the past few centuries: they had managed to effectively destroy a force of equal power as them without taking many casualties.
This was what was observed by all those keeping a close watch on everything that was happening.
They had seen the forces of the Sect massacre their way into the Palace, but not a single soul had exited for many hours.
After almost an entire day, bloody sacks that looked like they contained butchered meat were burned in a clearing outside the Palace.
This was enough to let the others know about the shocking truth that Lanthanor had killed hundreds of Human Mages and even a Warrior Mage by sustaining the losses of just some mon folk.
Indeed, when seen through their eyes, this was such a good bargain that they wished they had the ability to strike one like it.
Alas, such was the cruelty of the continent which emphasized power over everything else. The value of mon people was nothing pared to Mages and Fighters.
Of course, although there were a few who did not think the same, the majority of those on the peak lived with this attitude.
This entire chain of events served to bring about a reestimation in terms of the power and risk the Kingdom of Lanthanor represented in the dossiers of all the forces around it.
Each and every force was shaken into action, sending more spies and also assigning more strategists to consider every possibility in case they did have to fight against Lanthanor.
Thus, it seemed as if a storm was forming all over Central Angaria with Lanthanor at the center of it.
Yet, the man who had caused all this had just gotten up from the chair in which he had gotten drunk and fallen asleep last night after his father had magically pulled out 4 wine bottles which the both of them had downed without pause.
Seeing his father still snoring on the chair in front of him, Daneel first stretched his body to allow the blood to flow back to all the parts which had gone numb.
After a few moments of painful relaxation, he walked to the full-length mirror in his bedroom before pausing and looking at himself while ignoring the pain in his head from the hangover.
His hair was a mess, while his shoes and robes were caked with dried blood.
"Dumb, dumb, dumb.
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