Giles's Envoy

Sir Windell smiled and gave a slight tilt of his head toward the corner of the room.

"Perhaps we should find somewhere less crowded to talk."

Paul hesitated for a moment, then nodded and followed Sir Windell to the corner.

The two clinked their glasses and each took a small sip.

"How enviable!"

stroking his mustache, Sir Windell flattered him, "Her Highness Princess Catherine is a rare beauty. I imagine you've already become the public enemy of more than half the men in Crystal Radiance, Earl."

"But..." His face took on a troubled expression.

"But what?" Paul pressed.

"Er...nothing! I'm sure that with your abilities, my lord Earl, you'll have no trouble handling such minor matters!"

Windell smiled.

"Minor matters?"

What exactly was he trying to say? Paul slightly furrowed his brow. "Sir Windell, could you tell me about these minor matters?"

"Sigh, all right!"

Sir Windell let out a faint sigh and said awkwardly, "I've heard that the relationship between His Majesty the King and his younger sister, Princess Catherine...is a little awkward!"

What? Paul grew alert.

Could they have...

"There has always been a rumor in Crystal Radiance that the old king originally intended to pass the throne to his daughter—that is, Her Highness Princess Catherine."

Sir Windell leaned closer to Paul and explained in a low voice.

"You know, our Princess is in no way inferior to a man. She handles both government affairs and military matters extremely well. She even crossed swords with Duke Giles on the battlefield before."

"So it's perfectly normal that the old king had such thoughts. But..."

"Later, for some unknown reason, the throne still ended up in the hands of His Majesty the King."

"Sigh! With such a formidable younger sister, His Majesty the King must have some resentment in his