Weed’s eyes shone sharply.
‘Anyway, I can only do my best.’
Having received the commission, he could not back out.
As the fight goes on, he would not have a single moment of rest; Weed courteously bowed to the waist.
“Remy; no, Princess.”
“Yes, Knight nim.”
Princess Remy’s starry eyes were looking down on Weed.
In Weed’s eyes, he saw her small and delicate feet and calves.
To some men, the women’s feet were poisonous things. But Weed did not have such a hobby.
“You must be willing to believe in me. Do not be alarm of whatever happens, you must trust only in me.”
“Yes, I understand. My life, I will leave it in thee.”
Weed ended it there and did not talking anymore.
The Human troops approaching were increasing in number all around them; and flying rocks as well as magic spells were at their doorstep.
This place they stumbled on was on the verge of becoming a vortex of the war.
Weed modestly accepted the rein to become the master of the white horse.
He then pulled the Princess up and placed her behind him.
Puhihing!
The horse lightly neighs.
While one hand holding onto the rein, the other pulled out a sword.
Ding!