"Go back whence you came, sir."
A little girl who was still practically a baby stood proudly at the front gates of a grand palace, though calling it a palace almost felt inaccurate. At that point it looked less like a home and more like a monument to excessive wealth. Honestly, rich people lived in a completely different world from normal people.
Damon lowered his gaze toward the tiny golden-haired tyrant standing before him.
Her long silky hair nearly reached the floor, shimmering faintly beneath the sunlight as she stood with all the authority of someone three times her age.
Around her stood no fewer than a hundred knights, each one at least Fifth Class Advancement, positioned with absolute vigilance.
And somewhere beyond immediate sight, Jarvis stood a few meters behind her, hidden completely while masking his presence.
Any normal person approaching her would immediately understand one thing.
This child was dangerous.
