âIf I can cure my motherâs illness and raise her fief, I will leave all my things to the Duchess.â There was a long, long silence. Neither of them moved. Knoxâs eyes were serious and direct. Soon, a smile began to spread around Petraâs mouth. The reputable loyalist, Sid Byan. The heroâs suspicious death was still rumored to be an assassination, undermining the emperorâs reputation. The son of such a man was now kneeling at Petraâs feet and pledging allegiance. It was shocking, but not false. If he wanted to take revenge on Duke Lipper, he wouldnât have kidnapped the princess at the risk of his life. If his son tried to hurt the princess that the father tried to protect so much, it meant that his way of thinking was completely different from Sid Byanâs. He had a sick mother and a fallen family who only suffered from her fatherâs poor judgment. It was natural for the son, who had to watch this all, to make the opposite choice.
âItâs the loyalty of Count Bayanâs familyâââ-â
âI have nothing, but at least my name is alive.â
Petra nodded her head at Knoxâs heartfelt words.
âSometimes nothing is worth as much.â She reached for Knox and raised him. âIâll give your mother the best doctor.â She spoke softly. Countess Byan would be a good hostage in case he made up his mind about anything else. Of course, holding onto the fact that he tried to kidnap the princess was enough for weakness. She looked into Knoxâs gray eyesââeyes that once looked perfectly similar to Sid Byan, who felt like an unshakable rock. Now, it was shining with hope at every word she said. The fact gave her a sense of satisfaction that even Petra couldnât hide. So this was what victory tasted like.
âThe Byan family will finally restore the glory of the past.â She spoke sweetly to the thrilled young man. In an instant, one corner of the young manâs mouth rose secretly, but it wasnât visible to her eyes. âYou will succeed your father in leading the Imperial Knights.â
* * *
âYour Highness, have you heard the news?â
âWhat is it?â
Paris picked up the irritating document in bed and pushed it away again. The mere sight of the paper bothered him, especially in the morning.
âNever mind, just say it.â
âUnder the leadership of the newly appointed Royal Knight Commander, Knox Byan, the knights are more disciplined than ever.â
âThe dogs must be laughing. That man has no guts to discipline.â Paris laughed.
âSome fearless men challenged him, but no one had beaten him either with a spear or sword. Of course, he is nothing compared to you, His Highness.â The servant added the last word, looking at Paris.
âThere must be a part of him that resembles Abby.â
âThatâs good news. Your Highness. You can draw allegiance from those who admire the predecessor, Count Byan.â
âI know. I know.â
Paris waved his hand and tried to dismiss his servant. âYour Highness. Well, itâs been a few days since the Imperial Knight Commander took office, so you have to go and watch the training yourself. That way, you can check the situationââ-â
âStop nagging!â aris shouted at the servant who did not retreat in silence. He was been out of the Union Army for a while. Caelionâs participation in the bet, which started with Evangeline, was the cause of the trouble. Many people who watched the duel between the two until the end spread rumors that the princeâs ability was insignificant compared to that of the Grand Duke. This also mingled with the rumors that he had been defeated by Evangeline in Rajan and was laying down his honor.
âSir, this is beyond procrastination. Traditionally, Your Highness must conduct training or duel with the captain of the Knightsââ-â
The attendant had worked in the royal family for a long time but had only arrived at the crown princeâs palace not long ago. He didnât give up and tried to persuade Paris, perhaps because he hadnât experienced who he was in person. However, Parisâ expression went cold when he heard the servantâs last words.
âSo you want me to go to the arena and duel him too?â
Only then did the attendant realize the situation and cowered before him?
âWell, thatâsââ-â
âDo I have to prove to myself that I am superior to such a man? Arenât I the commander-in-chief who led the war to victory?âHis voice rose higher and higher.
âWell, Your Highness, please calm down!â
âSomebody pull this guy out.â
The servant waved his hand, but it was too late. Parisâ servants entered and pulled the servant by the arms.
âSend him to the mine to work. I donât want to lay my eyes on that bastard ever again!â The servantâs plea rang through the palace, but Paris still puffed with an indignant expression.
âYour Highness.â Behind him, staring coolly in the direction where the servant had left, a soft voice came.
âAmoretta.â
Amoretta, who opened the other door to help him change, stood there with a frightened look.
âHe did something wrong, so you donât have to worry about it,â said Paris. It was a rare soft and thoughtful remark for him, but Amoretta still looked frightened.