Ronin's forceful arrival brought the one-sided bullying to an abrupt halt.
He observed the group across from him. The three men and two women at the front were dressed quite lavishly; they seemed to be the children of nobles, though their specific identities were hard to confirm.
Judging by the seven or eight Knights in Light Armor surrounding them, they must have come from a significant background.
"Ronin, you have some nerve! How dare you injure my Attendants!"
The man who spoke was handsome, but what stood out was his hair—a deep crimson, even darker than Ridder's, that looked like a raging Flame.
"Who are you?"
Ronin frowned. The man knew who he was, but he had no idea who this man was.
'Looks like it's time I learned more about the members of the Kingdom's major noble families.'
Hearing this question, the red-haired man's expression immediately darkened.
