After Caglis awoke from the violent shaking, he instinctively touched his forehead and found it covered in blood. However, after carefully checking his body, he discovered that although every part of him hurt, he had no external injuries.
He groaned and pushed away the rubble pressing down on him, only then realizing that the blood on his body had flowed in from outside. A completely rigid corpse lay face-down atop the rubble. It was a knight clad in armor, and the grimy armor still bore the crest of the Ophelia Family.
Caglis's mind was in chaos, but he still instinctively checked whether the knight was alive. There was no doubt that the man had been dead for quite some time. His fatal wound was a penetrating injury through his back that had torn apart his heart and lungs.
He touched the twisted armor with his hand, deep in thought. This wound could never have been caused by an explosion. That meant someone had deliberately created the explosion and attacked the guards of the count's residence.
Caglis's heart suddenly lurched. His first thought was of the attackers' target. Was it Grand Duke Lantorilan, or His Highness the Little Prince?
Damn it.
He was the accompanying military officer of this diplomatic mission. As the captain of the White Lion Guard who had arrived in Lantorilan with the delegation, protecting His Highness Haruze was his natural duty. If anything had happened to the Little Prince during this attack, he would deserve a thousand deaths, would have no face to meet his lord again, and would become a sinner of Eluin.
At that thought, Caglis broke into a cold sweat almost instantly. The pain in his body seemed to vanish in an instant. He rolled over and rose from the ground, picked up the