Chapter 221
Sol led Kael through the camp, weaving past rows of tents and soldiers busy at work. In the middle of it all stood a larger, heavily guarded tent with banners flapping in the wind. The guards at the entrance moved aside at Sol's signal. As they walked, Sol glanced at Kael with a tense expression.
"I hope you know some manners and show some respect to Her Highness," Sol said in a low voice.
Kael paused slightly at the entrance and replied, "I'll try."
Sol stopped, blinking in disbelief. 'What do you mean you'll try?!' he screamed inwardly. But by the time he opened his mouth, Kael had already stepped inside.
The atmosphere in the tent changed the moment Kael entered.
It was quiet too quiet—and thick with tension.
A round table stood at the center, with a large map spread over it, filled with markings and pins. Around the table stood several people. Most were women, each one with a strong, seasoned aura. Their gazes were sharp like blades, assessing Kael from head to toe. And among them stood a rough-looking old man in a crisp butler uniform, his face filled with lines of age and wisdom.
At the head of the table stood the woman from before—the green-haired knight in silver armor. She looked calm but radiated authority. Her eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto Kael.
Without hesitation, Kael dropped to one knee and bowed his head.
"With due respect, Your Highness," he said clearly, "I am honored to be in your presence. If I may, may I know your name?"
The room stayed quiet for a moment.
The coldness in the woman's eyes slowly faded and was replaced by a faint smile.