“Sir Isla.”

“Your Highness.”

As Ian approached the door to the room where Iriya and Irene were staying, Isla greeted him with a polite bow and his hand on the sword’s handle.

“Is Lady Pendragon inside?”

“Yes. But she mentioned a moment ago that she was going to change into something comfortable, so please wait a minute.”

“I will.”

Ian nodded before gesturing toward the knights who accompanied him. They separated into left and right of the door as if to guard the room.

“…..”

Isla took on a strange expression. It was as if he was asking Ian for an explanation. Ian replied with an awkward look.

“It’s not that I do not trust your skills. This is for my sake. I would feel more relieved this way.”

Ian usually did as he pleased. It was simply his personality, and his royal status granted him the right in most cases. Nevertheless, he sought Isla’s understanding. After all, Isla was not just a regular knight, but the king of Valvas. In addition, after digging around, he found out that Irene did not like people who looked down on others and used force to suppress them. She grew up under Elena’s influence, which was why Irene always respected and showed compassion for others.

“Hmm, I understand, Your Hig...