"Who!?"
Just as a chill flashed through Warren's eyes, Tier suddenly shuddered all over, as though she had sensed something. She turned around, a sharp glint appearing in her eyes.
But when Tier reached for her weapon, she realized that she had not brought it with her at all.
Naturally, dressed in a formal gown, Tier could not carry her weapon.
Her heart sank, but she did not overreact. Instead, she swiftly calmed down and stared straight ahead.
There, Warren was somewhat taken aback as well.
"I didn't expect her instincts to be this sharp."
No wonder that person wanted her, even if only as a corpse.
Though that thought crossed his mind, Warren did not lose his composure.
After all, he had entered the royal palace "openly and aboveboard." No one would question, much less suspect, his presence.
Otherwise, the Royal Knights led by Aridia were not to be trifled with.
Thus, Warren slowly walked up to Tier.
To his surprise, Warren was wearing a standard set of Royal Knights armor, with a longsword hanging at his waist.
"A Royal Knight?"
Looking at the unfamiliar "old man" before her, a trace of doubt flashed through Tier's heart.
Clearly, Tier had not expected that the person secretly watching her would be a Royal Knight.
Yet the "old man" merely smiled faintly at Tier. His smile looked rather genial, but for some reason, it made Tier intensely dislike him.
Because although his face was smiling, there was not the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes.
That gaze was like someone watching prey—or perhaps an enemy he disliked.
That alone gave Tier reason to believe that he had come with ill intent.
"Who are you?"
Tier questioned him in a low voice.
The "old man" did not answer. He simply said