Markus…he'd been tapping his feet by the king's side while the veterans of war were being slaughtered. The strongest of soldiers being culled, for what reason other than to devastate the rest of the kingdom once they were all dead? He knew so, and so did the king, the queen, and the rest of the royal guards that worked under him.
"AGAIN!" Screaming into the calling ring that he'd been given, Milo was frustrated beyond reason as the object refused to work. "Whoever these guys are, they're preventing us from talking to the hero and the others!"
Looking at Markus, Milo's lips opened yet again, but catching the smallest hint of sound, the dark knight spoke before him.
"My task is to keep you safe. Unless someone else can take that duty, I shall not move an inch, and neither let you leave that throne empty." As the royal guard, it was his duty to protect the royals no matter what. "A few hundred or a thousand soldiers against the king's life, the answer is simple…"
