Chapter 315: Volume 5: Lord’s Path - 5: Princess Vero
The doors of the reception hall burst open suddenly, and a voice of a girl, angry, panicked, and tinged with sobbing, rushed in from outside, "Father, how could you do this? Father, they are your citizens, they only did some irrational things because they believed in rumors, can’t you explain and persuade them? How could you let the guard disperse them? Look what your guard has done? The square is stained red with blood, and this is a disgrace to our Galle region of a hundred years!"
The silver-haired girl who had clearly inherited her father’s lineage, had a small perky nose, dark and shiny eyes like a pair of water-soaked honey grapes, glistening and faint. Her skin as white and translucent as milk-soaked gelatin, and her rosy lips highlighted her delicate face just right, making her look utterly distressed and pitiable. Her snow-white silk dress trailed on the floor, and beneath the ribbon around her fine ivory neck dangled a small silver statue of the goddess of harvest, Demeter. Her slender waist was accentuated by the dress, small enough to be embraced.
Without any regard for the other guests in the living room, the girl ran up to her father, grabbed his hands, and shook them vigorously, leaving the stern-looking silver-haired old man both annoyed and helpless.
Something in Komer’s heart felt like it had been heavily struck, making it difficult for him to breathe. The moment the girl rushed in, the panic and sorrow flashing in her purple eyes seemed to cause a loud roar in Komer’s long-silent and even numb heart. A certain memory leaped out of his memory, leaving Komer momentarily stunned.
"Vero, how can you be so impolite, can’t you see I have guests?" The silver-haired old man was clearly very fond of his daughter. Although his words were harsh, the tone overflowed with affection and pity.
"Father, please order the guard to stop the dispersal right away. If it continues like this, people will die," the girl pleaded tearfully, completely ignoring her father’s warning.
"Vero, these ignorant lowlifes need violence and blood to wake them up, to make them understand that everything must follow the law. Don’t worry, nothing serious will happen. These cowardly wretches will scatter as soon as they see the guard coming," said the silver-haired old man. He had already realized that his dealings with the refugees from Meine and Susoer had fallen through, and from the expressions of the representatives, it was clear that they would no longer believe in his persuasion. The individual who pretended to be indifferent on the side must also be plotting how to report him to the Kingdom’s Ministry of the Interior. Although he was not afraid, if the Internal Affairs Department investigated, it would be troublesome.
Before he had finished speaking, the sound of firm and forceful footsteps came from outside, "Duke, the mob has been dispersed, and everything has returned to normal." A young military officer with a tall figure and handsome face stepped in briskly. After giving a standard knightly salute, his gaze involuntarily rested on the young woman standing by the silver-haired old man.
The young knight who entered immediately attracted everyone’s attention. While the others were drawn by the young knight’s vibrant and impressive demeanor, Komer was shocked by the inherent commanding presence the man exuded. This fellow had to have middle-level Sacred Fighting Qi or above. If Komer wasn’t mistaken, this was someone who could only be trained in the Temple headquarters of the Church of Light, a mold of a Holy Swordsman or Paladin. Although the knight before him could not yet be called a Holy Swordsman or Paladin, given time, with Komer’s analytical eye, this knight with good talents would be a formidable contender.