‘They know who I am!’

Although he was young, perhaps it was just as the young man had said – The blood of Pendragon spoke for itself. Raymond observed the scary adults in front of him with wide eyes despite his fear.

“Heave-ho!”

The young man carefully raised Raymond to his shoulder. Then, he lowered Raymond down next to Number 3.

“For now, rest and watch over the prince. I will have to find a place to rest.”

“We do not have time for that. Kuagh! We need to get away from here as soon as possible.”

Number 3 struggled to shake his head while coughing blood with a pale complexion.

“Ah, dammit! What do you expect me to do if you die? Not after Number 5 was taken care of in a single strike. We will spend tonight in this place and leave as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. Suck on a bottle of potion while watching over the kid. I will be right back.”

The young man grumbled before running towards the forest.

“Keugh! You idiot. How could a potion be sufficient to deal with a blow imbued with the Knight King’s spirit…? Cough!”

Number 3 whispered to himself before taking out a small bottle of blue liquid with difficulty. He emptied the contents at once.

‘That is a mana potion. We don’t have too many even in our palace…’

Potions were...