His gaze fell, and just as he was about to take further action, he suddenly became aware of the sharp aura beside him.
"Your Highness wishes to break the balance that has long existed between the Royal Family and the oath-sworn families for a mere commoner who speaks recklessly," Guderian withdrew his gaze, looking at the silver-haired Princess beside him, and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Whether he is the orphan of the Winter Flower Family or a commoner with no background at all... I really don't care."
"But first—he is the Swordbearer I have chosen."
Isadella's resolute words echoed aloft.
Although she was wearing a court gown at this moment, the chilling aura she exuded only reminded one of the battlefield strewn with corpses and blood.
The Empire's Princess was never one of those who graced balls and banquets with elegance, deftly navigating among the various nobles and lords.
Her fame was earned through genuine battlefield honors.
