"Where is Dalia?"
"Why hasn't she come out to see me? I'd very much like to have a word with her."
"Has she lost even that little bit of courtesy?"
The nobleman in hunting attire, Count Henry himself, finished speaking and gazed up at the castle wall.
On the wall, Father Matthew looked rather anxious and uneasy.
"Count Henry, it's not that our Countess is ill-mannered, but haven't you gone too far?" said Father Matthew. "You arrived with soldiers. How could we possibly open the gates? This is hardly the conduct of a guest, is it?"
Father Matthew had a point, but he clearly lacked conviction.
"Heh. My soldiers aren't going to enter the castle. What are you afraid of?" Count Henry scoffed. "Since you're so scared, I'll just send a single soldier. He can go knock on the lord's front door for me."
With that, Henry casually pointed his riding crop at a Knight's Squire clad in iron armor. "You. Go knock on Viscount Ashton's door for me."
