The colosseum erupted in cheers, everyone cheered Derrick's name, some more than others.
Derrick turned to look at his father, he was also cheering for him, but Derrick could see through the mask.
Deep down, the king was hurt and pained, he couldn't help but blame himself.
To him, if only he had raised Derrick and Ivan better, then Ivan wouldn't be in this situation.
"I'm sorry my king." Sir Thompson's hand rested upon his friend's shoulder.
He could see right through the king's facade. He was heartbroken.
To him, he had failed as a father. What was the point of all his power, if he couldn't stop his son from dying?
"Derrick showed Ivan mercy, it was Ivan's wicked heart that led to his death." Sir Thompson spoke nothing but truth.
Ivan was unable to live with the shame that Derrick beat him, and that pride was what drove him into the grave.
"It is the will of the gods," Sir Thompson spoke, and the king nodded slightly.
