"What's your relationship with that Arthur?"
The air even smelled sour.
“His name is Alexander,” Willie corrected first, then continued, “Didn’t the Knight Commander say so?”
"He is my personal knight."
"Just a royal guard?"
Aetheran, however, did not let him off the hook, his eyes fixed on Vili's face, determined to find some trace of guilt.
The latter, however, did not reveal any flaws.
"What other relationship could it be?"
He cunningly threw the question back at Etherland, who gritted his teeth inwardly and abruptly brought up another topic.
"Was that cape a gift from him?"
He had already figured it out; the shabby piece of cloth that the knight commander presented was part of the cloak that Vili had worn that day.
Ha, how dare they present that kind of thing to Vili? Aren't they ashamed?
"..."
Vili's eyes were strange, and while Atheran wasn't paying attention, he tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips.
Fortunately, the Knight Commander's arrival saved him; otherwise, Vili didn't know if he would have burst out laughing at Atheran's constant disparaging remarks about the cloak.
An extremely tall man followed behind the knight commander. He looked somewhat disheveled, as if he had just been in a battle, with more than one wound on his body.
Even so, his back remained straight, as if nothing could suppress his pride.
But the moment he saw Willy, he immediately knelt down on one knee.
"...Your Highness, I have finally found you."
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