“What is young master doing here? And you as well, Lady Sophia?”

Ruv Tylen, who had too many gray hairs for being in his forties, greeted Enzo and Sophia with wide eyes. They were accompanied by about twenty soldiers and ten mercenaries. With great effort, Enzo got off his horse with the help of two servants and made a solemn face.

“I have come to punish the one responsible for disrespecting my father in Elma and dishonoring my fiancée Sophia, the daughter of Lord Bresia.”

“What? I’m not sure I’m following what you’re saying…”

Ruv Tylen tilted his head. Sophia also dismounted off her horse and walked up to Tylen. She spoke with an arrogant expression.

“Let me explain from the beginning, Sir Tylen. It is just that a mercenary dared to insult me and my family earlier today in Elma. But we heard that he headed to a village called Toro.”

“Toro… Ah, why don’t we go in first?”

Finally understanding the situation, Tylen hurriedly led the two people in. The three people entered Tylen’s mansion, which was quite large and fancy for his status, and headed to the reception room before sitting down on the chairs.

Maids brought tea, and the conversation continued.

“So…. That mercenary named Raven insulted you on the streets of Elma, and...