"Iron General, rise and greet the two lords."
"I obey the order, my lord."
The commander rose and turned around to glance at the two men, and couldn't help but utter a gasp. His right hand instinctively moved to his waist; had it not been the presence of the king, his weapon might have been drawn.
The King of Parthia frowned slightly, tapped the table, and spoke with a heavier voice:
"General, what is the meaning of this?"
The military officer snapped back to his senses and hastily saluted, answering, "Your Majesty, when I saw these two lords, particularly the lord on the right with the beast pattern on him, it strikingly resembled the mask worn by the assassin that day, causing me surprise I couldn't contain."
"I hope for forgiveness!"
The King of Parthia's demeanor relaxed a little.
