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t like a hole to breathe for the court ladies who were crushed by Tarkan’s overbearing aura.

“Yeah, I think Milord’s bride is pretty okay too.”

“She’s not bad.”

“Much better than I expected.”

“What is much better?!”

Mukali couldn’t help but raise his voice.

“Don’t submit so easily.”

The average person would have been terrified and nodded immediately when Mukali yelled with his scary face, but these guys were different.

“Submit, my ass.”

“C’mon man, be honest.
You’re telling me you didn’t feel refreshed when the Duke’s tail was shrinking?”

“That…I did.”

Mukali unconsciously nodded.
Honestly, he didn’t just feel refreshed, he felt very refreshed.

“See, that’s why I say she’s nice, no?”

“It will be even nicer if she does it again.”

“Plus, she seems to fit well with His Highness.”

“I’ve never seen Milord act like that.”

Mukali looked at the dark men chattering harmoniously and frowned.

‘It’s only been a few days since they met the princess…’

Small and delicate things tend to stimulate people’s protective instincts.
It was obvious that they were swept away by her outer shell.

“But she’s a Silvanian, she must have some crafty scheme.
We must protect our lord.”

“Of course, we should, if she had a scheme.
But does she? It didn’t seem like that considering how she treated the Queen and Duke Skiela.”

“You can never know.
None of you guys have even talked directly with the princess.
We’ve only seen her pass by.”

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“Then we can just ask someone who’s talked to her.
What do you think, Durante?”

Durante, who had been silently sharpening his sword till them, raised a brow.

“Let’s cut the chatter here.
Get back to training.”

As they quietly got up, a few of them clicked their tongues.

“Tch, no fun.”

“We still have some time left though.”

Despite their grumblings, they diligently got up to get back to training.

After they all left, Mukali was also about to leave and go deal with his own subordinates.

“Oh my, am I late?”

But he heard a voice coming from behind him and looked back.

“Dionna.”

Dionna gave a soft smile as she brushed aside her dark-blue hair.

“I made some sandwiches for them to eat but it seems I’m too late.”

“You don’t have to trouble yourself so much…”

“How can I not? They’re all like my brothers.”

Seeing the smile on Dionna’s face, Mukali’s expression was a mix of pain, nostalgia, pity, and regret.

He couldn’t help but feel like this.

Dionna’s brother and Mukali’s comrade, Chantra, was already dead.

It had been a tough battle.
If things went on, they were going to lose half of the warriors to the demonic beasts.

Right then, Tarkan devised a plan.
In a manner unlike him, he hesitated before speaking of an operation where the sacrifice of an ally was inevitable.
However, an ally was destined to die that day, and it was a way to minimize the number of deaths.

Chantra was the one who stepped forward then.
The battle ended in a victory, but Chantra was killed.

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Mukali felt indebted to Chantra, and that feeling was projected onto Dionna.

“Thank you.” (Mukali)

“I thought I came in time for their break but I’m too late.
Everyone’s gone…” (Dionna)

“That’s their bad luck.
I’m the lucky one here, give it to me.
I’m in the mood for a sandwich.” (Mukali)

He still had time to spare because Durante had sent them away before time was up.

Mukali sat down on the bench with Dionna.

He ate several sandwiches in a row, complimenting them as ‘delicious, delicious’ but anyone could see that Dionna’s expression wasn’t very good.

She was smiling but there was a shadow cast over her face that she couldn’t hide.

“Dionna, is something wrong?”

“Huh? Ah, no.”

Dionna quickly raised the corner of her lips and shook her head.
But her expression showed that she wasn’t okay at all.

Mukali put down the sandwich.

“I thought you said you think of me as a brother.
Tell me what’s wrong.”

At those words, Dionna hesitantly opened her mouth.

“I…”

Even after starting the sentence, she didn’t say anything for a good while.

Mukali waited for her to speak without urging her.

“Brother Mukali, you know I think of you as my real brother, right?”

“Yes, of course, I do.”

“That’s why I’m telling you this.
It’s about the Princess…and it’s not very good.”

At those words, Mukali’s eyes gleamed.

“The Princess?”

“Yeah, I heard the princess is stuck on some man and going around investigating him.”