"Phew... that was a little scary..." Roland watched Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz being dragged away, lingering fear still in his heart as he began recalling the history of the Franz Family.
As Roland recalled the Franz Family's past, the corner of his mouth twitched. He sighed helplessly. "What an odd family. But they seem to be a little too loyal..."
Thinking of how Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz had just called him the sun, Roland shuddered all over as fine goosebumps rose across his skin. What kind of ridiculous title was that? I'm not some general. There was no need to cry and dance...
Crackle! The campfire flickered, a few sparks spiraling through the air before vanishing, leaving only a trace of warmth to slowly dissipate.
"Is everything arranged?" Roland sat beside the warm campfire and handed over the roasted meat in his hand.
"Prepared by Your Majesty personally! Then I shall gratefully accept!" Duke Joelster said respectfully.
"Be serious!" Roland rolled his eyes.
"Where is Empress Nyx?" Joelster asked curiously, looking at the empty spot beside Roland.
"She went back! That girl isn't like us rough men, able to endure the wind and rain!" Roland revealed a pained expression.
"...So we're just supposed to sit here in the wind and rain?" Joelster bared his teeth.
"Can't even food shut your mouth?" Roland complained with his arms folded over his chest.
"Yes, yes, yes. The sun speaks wisely!" Joelster's eyes held a teasing glint, full of mockery.
"...I knew that bastard Darian Nightblade couldn't be trusted!" Veins throbbed on Roland's forehead. He clenched his fists. He did not need to think with anything but his backside to know who had blabbed. Other than Darian Nightblade, who else would dare make fun of the king?
"It's fine, it's fine. Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz is loyal to you