Right of First Night

Samael and the other two were not surprised by the true identities the man and woman before them had been hiding.

For one thing, the slave brands were still deeply seared into their bodies. Though the surroundings were dark, Samael and the others were not blind. On the contrary, each of them possessed nearly absurd vision and perception.

For another, they had encountered plenty of refugees while traveling all the way from Cornwall.

But in this era, danger lurked everywhere in the wilderness. Not to mention the spreading Insect Calamity and Beast Calamity, refugees would usually choose nearby fortresses along the route to save their lives, then make plans after the turmoil had passed.

Moreover, for safety's sake, they would mostly travel with people they knew, seeking protection along the safer main roads.

Yet these two wanted to head straight for Holy Capital Camelot, even taking this far more dangerous path through the wilderness.

Clearly, to them:

Their homeland was more terrifying than a long journey, and people were more dangerous than magical beasts.

Coupled with their clothing, words, and behavior, it was not difficult to guess where they came from.

Melly and Morgan beside him had naturally noticed the same things.

After all, the sage who guided lords and the Witch who overturned royal power were both exceptionally clever.

Seeing the two of them acting as if facing a great enemy, Samael slightly raised a hand and smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry. We mean you no harm."

However, with their lives at stake, the young man and woman, who had seen the ugliness of human nature and spent days hiding from strangers, remained somewhat doubtful.

Morgan looked displeased, her brows drawing together slightly.

"Hmph. If we truly meant you harm, do you think you would have any chance to resist?"