Knight Chadwick growled angrily. “...You think people will accept what you have done?!”0

Wiggins shrugged casually even as Knight Chadwick glared at him through the bars of the underground prison. “Accept, you say…?”0

“You have gone against the Round Table’s rules! That’s why no one will acknowledge you!”0

“That’s what you think, Chadwick,” Wiggins grinned cheerily.0

“You…!”0

“No need to get angry, Chadwick. Rest assured, I know you haven't done anything to be blamed for. Your imprisonment down here is for our convenience's sake. Nothing more. Once we're finished mopping up the mess, I'll see to it that you're freed right away.”0

“...Say what?” Chadwick’s brows rose up. “You’ll let me go?”0

“Isn't that obvious?”0

“...Obvious? How?” Chadwick asked back as if he found the notion inconceivable.0

Wiggins shrugged casually again. “Let me use the example you've brought up. You have not gone against the Round Table's rules like I have. You only did what was required of you. In that case, why should you be killed?”0

“But, then…” Knight Chadwick muttered before hurriedly clamping his mouth shut. He realized blurting out what was on his mind would only make him look petty and a sore loser.0

Thankfully for Chadwick’s dignity, though, Wiggins figured out what the current Knight of Britain had in mind and replied first. “I have no plans to take the Knight position back, Chadwick. You’ve gone through the legitimate process to...0