F... friend?
On the beach, every noble who had been about to speak was left with their mouth half-open, having forgotten what they were going to say.
The Knight with the short mustache, who had just stirred up trouble in an attempt to get Roland to suppress Velin, turned deathly pale.
But then, his tense body relaxed as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.
After all, the Sun Clan had made their stance clear. He could report back that his job was done.
Baron Kroo's forward momentum halted, his outstretched hand freezing awkwardly in midair.
Roland Sun.
The most dazzling new star among the Knights of the Duchy's southern border.
The first-in-line heir of the Sun Clan.
A man who held the knight's code as more important than his own life, who never associated with schemers and opportunists.
And right now, he was embracing an obscure Pioneer Baron.
Diana was stunned as well.
'Cousin? Velin? Friends? Since when?'
Roland released the embrace.
