After examining them, Nalant put away the two spoils of war. These trophies needed to be carefully preserved; he believed they would come in handy someday.
"Sleep, sleep! Once I return to the territory this time, I'll be a hereditary baron. From then on, I can establish a family of my own!"
With that, Nalant prepared to lie down.
Rustle!
But just then, a faint disturbance suddenly came from outside the window.
Nalant immediately became alert.
"Could it be some of the Second Prince's remaining followers coming for revenge?" Nalant did not dare let his guard down. He quietly drew the longsword hanging at his bedside, then cautiously made his way toward the window.
Click, click!
Just as he reached the window and pressed himself against the wall, preparing to secretly observe outside, the sound of prying came from the window.
"There really is someone!" A chill flashed through Nalant's eyes as he gripped his longsword tightly in both hands.
Creak!
After being pried at, the window was pulled open moments later.
Then, a pair of hands gripped the windowsill and someone began climbing in. Nalant raised his sword, ready to bring it down.
He was not afraid of hurting an innocent person. Anyone climbing through his window in the dead of night had to be a villain—Nalant would not believe otherwise.
"Die!"
Nalant barked coldly.
"Ah!"
As the cold gleam of the longsword flashed down, a head happened to poke through the window. Seeing the sword falling toward them, the person trembled in fright.
"Hiss!" Once Nalant saw that face clearly, he sucked in a sharp breath and forcibly stopped his descending sword.
In the end, the blade halted one centimeter from the person's face.
"Na... Nalant..." The person who had nearly been cut down by Nalant's sword was