Chapter 8 — Depart for Eldoria
In a cold sweat, Duke Ramsel gulped, swiftly turning his head to glance at the figure behind him.
The sight of a wrinkled-faced man dressed in a knight’s uniform caused him to frown.
How dare a mere knight hold his sword at me!
Despite enjoying her uncle’s frightened expression, Cynthia coughed to clear her throat.
"Let him go."
The knight nodded, sheathing his sword.
"I apologize. I hadn’t realized it was you, Duke Ramsel. I was concerned when I saw the princess, who seemed to be troubled," Hans said, bowing.
"You can leave," Cynthia ordered.
The man obeyed.
"You better behave yourself, Duke Ramsel. Or else, I cannot guarantee you will be saved by me next time from a knight who happens to pass by."
The princess’s words struck the man with anger, but he couldn’t let his feelings show.