"Golden Horn, you still haven't understood the position our Bull Clan is in."
Inside the Medical Pod, Gabri, who had recovered from his mana rampage under the physician's care, spoke to Golden Horn, his eyes full of disappointment as he looked at his eldest son.
But seeing his eldest son lower his head in shame, not daring to meet his eyes, Gabri knew he could hardly blame him.
After all, unlike Steel Horn, who had been exposed to human culture and possessed strategic insight far beyond that of ordinary Minotaurs, Golden Horn had always been educated by the clan elders. He was a capable fighter but lacked wisdom, so it was only natural that he would make such a choice.
Ultimately, Gabri had fallen short in training his successor.
In the past, he had always thought he had plenty of time and enough energy to pass his knowledge and experience on to his son.
That was why he had let Golden Horn continue honing himself among the clan's troops, improving his combat skills.
But after the unexpected developments in the Battle of Blood Oath Rock, he realized he had taken far too much for granted.
At that thought, Gabri sighed, then rallied himself and explained to the bewildered Golden Horn, "Although our Bull Clan nominally repelled the Eastern Expeditionary Army this time, you should know perfectly well that we survived this crisis not through the clan's own strength, but entirely thanks to the governor of Faoken!"
"And judging by the battle report you just gave me, when the governor of Faoken issued his orders, neither the Morning Star Clan nor the Black Marsh Clan held anything back. They committed every soldier their clans had."
"So, Golden Horn, do you know what that means?"
"What does it mean?"
"It means that