“I greet the duchess.”

“Ho-ho! Please speak comfortably, Lord Isla.”

Isla approached after bowing respectfully. Elena laughed while holding out her hand.

“Not at all. As a knight of Pendragon, I, Elkin Isla, will forever serve the duchess and the two ladies of Pendragon with all that I am.”

He gently kissed the back of her hand after speaking.

“Hohoho.”

It would have been quite cheesy if any other knights had spoken such words, but it was different with Isla. He was always very cautious, cool-headed, and saved his words. Elena burst out into a pleasant laugh after feeling his sincerity.

“Please sit comfortably over here, Lord Isla.”

“Yes.”

He sat down on a chair prepared by the maids.

Soon, simple refreshments were served, and the square, reception room of the castle was filled with a deep fragrance. The reception room was located in the castle where direct descendants of the duchy resided, and although it was rather an uncomfortable and awkward place for a proud knight to be sitting, Isla quietly waited for Elena to speak first with a straight posture. Perhaps Elena found favor in his attitude, as she spoke with a gentle smile on her slightly wrinkled face.

“Every time I see Lord Isla, I am truly grateful, but apologetic at the same...