"Thank you all for coming. I-...due to my sis-...I mean, the Commander's-...untimely demise, I shall assume charge of the Knight Order, for the interim. We have a lot to discuss, and a lot of decisions to make," Remarked Siele with a grimace, dark circles under his eyes.
It was the 29th of March, 1919, around the middle of the day, and Siele had called for a meeting with the Captains, Vice-Captains and a couple of the other Irregulars, namely Tacitus and Lexia, to discuss the dire situation they were in and what their next move should be.
"We underestimated those bastards...their first attack was so sloppy, and now I feel that may have been intentional, to get us to take them lightly," Responded Rione with a grimace, a mix of anger and sorrow in his eyes.
"Yeah...I didn't think we'd have a traitor in our midst, especially one so close. I...I should've been more careful," Replied Siele bitterly.
