"Then I must thank you, Duke Miller. But if it truly cannot be done, there is no need for you to worry too much. I do have a certain degree of confidence!"
Nalant spoke to Duke Miller with gratitude.
The older generation of nobles truly still possessed the qualities of knights, unlike most of the nobles Nalant had encountered.
Afterward, Nalant and Duke Miller returned to the front courtyard together.
After the earlier upheaval, the nobles naturally no longer had the mood to continue drinking and making merry.
Nalant, Stella, and the others sat together instead.
"Nalant, you weren't hurt, were you? Let Vini take a look at you!"
Stella was a woman who understood her vassal very well. After Nalant had signaled for her not to worry earlier, she had not said another word.
Only now, after Duke Miller had left and they were seated by themselves, did she voice her concern.
"Stella, I wasn't injured in tonight's battle!" Feeling the concern in his fiancée's words, Nalant naturally answered her gently.
"Alright!" Stella nodded at his words. "Nalant, you must be careful from now on. I... I'm still waiting for you to marry me!"
Stella's face was flushed with shyness. Perhaps she truly had been worried by tonight's events, because she had actually spoken such frank words that she normally would never have said aloud.
Though Nalant had not been injured, and that Sky Knight had been left in a most miserable state, Stella knew the strength of a Sky Knight. Thus, she understood the peril hidden beneath Nalant's calm composure.
"Don't worry, Stella. For your sake, I'll definitely stay alive. I told you before—I still have to bring you back from the Sacred City!"
Hearing those words, how could Nalant remain seated? He directly took Stella's delicate hand