Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Sir Rosaline, to see you up close like this Oh my, what beautiful skin.

Ganje gently touched her face. Rosalines actions may have been rude and caused her to stumble, but Ganje didnt seem to have any intention of criticizing her. Achieving the goal of greeting whoever she kissed seemed enough for her.

Ricardis stood unsteadily and looked at the two women who were still close together. He couldnt grasp what was happening.

I havent had a chance to talk with you, but I find you very friendly, Sir Rosaline. Could it be because my brother talks about you with more breath than he has available?

Behind Ganje, her escort covered his eyes and silently simmered with anger. He must be going through a lot.

By the way, I heard youre participating in the hunting competition this time.

Yes.

I hope you achieve good results. Take care of yourself.

All the dangerous animals have been taken care of, so Ive been told. But thank you for your concern.

Oh, how beautifully you speak. Your voice can even tempt my brother

Ehem! Ganjes escort hastily cleared his throat, Your brother, Prince Haqab, must have a reason to desire Sir Rosaline

However, Ganje didnt pay him any attention at all. She even emphasized it by repeating herself once more. The escorts complexion turned pale, and he glanced at the Knights of the White Night, noticing their cold and sharp expressions.

Ganje smiled and tightly embraced Rosaline. Rosaline also wrapped her arms around her unsteadily. The sound of their breaths nestled warmly in their ears.RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

What you need to be cautious of is not only dangerous animals, Sir.

Rosaline and Ganje met each others eyes within the distance of a breath. Ganjes eyes shone. Separated from Rosaline soon after, she complained to Ricardis.

Your Highness, the tent assigned to me Well, its right next to the place where troops gather! Im dying from the noise!

In response to the sudden change in the situation, Ricardis awkwardly laughed. Ill ask if they can move the tent for you.

Oh my, you are truly kind-hearted.

Ganje clasped her hands together and smiled brightly. Ricardis looked at Rosaline one last time. Rosaline nodded as if she had read the concern in his eyes. It meant she had taken his words into full consideration. Ricardis finally felt relieved and turned away.

As Ricardis conversed casually with Ganje, they walked toward the tents. The attention of the people gathered for the hunting competition focused on them. More precisely, toward Ganje and her escort warriors. The pale skin, black hair, and peculiarly shaped weapons undeniably threatened the Illavenians.

The tents started bustling with activity. Knights who stood previously idle now had a different look in their eyes as they inspected all possible escape routes. After capturing Laheansi from his hide-and-seek game in the forest, they intended to keep him in his assigned tent. Laheansi himself stopped laughing and started frowning. Ganje smiled as she observed the scene.

Ricardis sighed deeply, wondering why Ganje appeared in a place where Haqab was absent.

A medium-sized demonic beast has invaded. The guard will handle it shortly, but just in case, well guard inside, Deputy Commander Nathan responded.

Any casualties?

Fortunately, there have been no casualties thus far, thanks to the protection forces surrounding the tents and the party venue. Theyve been diligent, especially due to Princess Ganjes presence.

Growl

The threatening sound of the beast reached their tent. Clang, clang. The sound of clashes of weapons echoed. Ricardis visualized the scenery outside in his mind.

Even with numerous people holding swords before it, he couldnt hear any sounds of fear or agony as the creature came under attack and became torn apart. All he heard was its desire to sink its teeth into the throats of humans until the very end as if someone had stripped away the primal instinct to preserve its own life.

He sat on the bed, waiting for that sound that would stop the chilling sensation through his chest.

Ricardis emerged from his tent after the commotion died down. Noblewomen were comforting their startled hearts in their husbands arms. Ricardis pushed through the crowd. The spectacle that had caught peoples attention was a decapitated wolf.

A wolf?

Although he had heard it was a beast, the wolf lying around with red blood splattered everywhere looked like an ordinary wolf one would encounter in the mountains.

A demonic beast exceeded the size of a typical animal. There were often noticeable deformities, such as one eye, a large mouth, an elongated snout, or a twisted limb. However, he could see none of these abnormalities in the wolf-like beast before him.

Its a demonic beast, Starz replied, deciphering the unspoken question from Ricardis. It has crimson-stained white fur, an unusually aggressive nature, and possesses strength capable of crushing armor.

Hmm. Ricardis crossed his arms and looked down at the carcass. Isserion.

Yes, Your Highness.

Do you remember what Professor Damian from the Satur Academy said?

Despite the sudden question, Isserion responded immediately, Are you referring to the scholar who argued that demonic beasts are the result of animal evolution?

Then, would humans be mages if they evolved? Ricardis mumbled, recalling the scholar expelled from the academy for making such claims. Oddly enough, his arguments come to mind. Quite strange.

Looking like an ordinary animal. Ricardis rubbed his chin.

However, if it were an ordinary animal, it wouldnt have entered this heavily armed place alone, nor would it possess the strength to destroy armor. This grotesque beast was nothing more than a mutant with a distorted sense of purpose, determined to destroy everything before it until its death.

Starz covered the carcass with his cloak. Those who had averted their eyes from the horrifying spectacle, even those who had been laughing and chatting as if it were a show, realized that the brief incident had ended and left their positions.

Ricardis lingered a little longer. A carriage carried away the beasts carcass. The dripping blood stained its wheels red. He turned around and headed towards his tent.

Raymond, who had been guarding the tent, announced the arrival of a guest. Even without hearing who it was, Ricardis could guess. Amidst the commotion, the person would likely calmly sit as if it were their own house. Despite his predictions, seeing Princess Ganje sitting comfortably like his tent was her mansion still bewildered him.