Chapter 3: The Witch and The Tin Knight (3)
The royal capital.
In a mansion befitting the status of a noble, a nobleman exuding aristocratic elegance resided.
The nobleman asked his subordinate with an anxious expression, “Is there still no news?”
“Not yet, Sir. But you needn’t worry so. We sent thirty men skilled in various rough tasks. They should have no trouble handling one witch who’s barely come of age.”
Reassured by his subordinate’s words, the nobleman nodded.
“Yes, that must be so. It has to be. Tsk, that foolish girl. If only she had obediently accepted our offer.”
He was a noble of the kingdom.
The nobleman’s father, grandfather, and even his grandfather’s father were all nobles of the kingdom.
To the nobleman, the kingdom was his home, his fortune, and his very life.
He never knew nor imagined a life outside of being a noble of the kingdom.
That was why, when the king issued his decree that day, the nobleman was genuinely bewildered.