Blake didn't realize how much his expression had already given away. He adjusted his mindset and withdrew two letters from his breast, presenting them with both hands.
"Your Highness, we have been instructed to bring you the Duke's reply and... the Princess's handwritten letter."
"Philia's letter?"
Herbert's brow furrowed slightly as he picked up the letter bearing the Frost Crystal royal seal, eager to open it immediately.
"Your Highness! Please wait a moment!"
Blake hurriedly spoke, anxiously preventing him, "The Princess instructed that you should read it when you are alone..."
"Are you instructing me on how to do things?"
Herbert's voice turned cold, his expression completely emotionless, only indifference remained in his eyes.
"Warrior, remember your status."
"Are you a servant of the Silver Wings or a servant of the Frost Crystal?"
Blake felt uneasy being stared at by those pale gray eyes, instinctively stepping back a pace.
This is!?
"No! Your Highness, I..."
