"Kroel, what are you going to do tomorrow when you see His Majesty the King?"
In the room, the five people who had clashed with Ronin were gathered, discussing their next move.
Cross, who had his ribs broken, was feeling much better after being treated by the court physician, but he was still resting in bed and hadn't gotten up.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
He wasn't worried in the least. "The rumors we spread about Ronin weren't fabricated out of thin air. He can't accuse us of slander. Besides, I'm His Majesty the King's nephew. We all have the blood of the Oduin Clan in our veins. You think His Majesty would favor the scion of a fallen Marquis Clan over us?"
Facundo, who was standing to the side, rubbed his nose and chuckled awkwardly. "Well, members of the Fleming Clan don't have Oduin blood in our veins."
"Oh, what's there to fear."
The speaker was Sally, who had grown close with Facundo of Screaming Island.
