“Hmm.”

“...?”

“Hmmmmmm.”

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like that? Is there any problem?” Galfredik asked. Eugene had been in deep contemplation for the last ten minutes with crossed arms and a frown.

Romari stepped out. “Isn’t it because you’ve been causing so much trouble? Maybe Sir Eugene is worried that you’ll start groping every woman you come across and lose your hands.”

“My precious hands don’t just touch any woman’s hips. Can’t you tell by the fact that my hands have no interest at all in your buttocks?” Galfredik retorted.

“What?!” Romari raged after losing the argument, although she picked the fight.

“Quiet. I will send you back to the territory if you keep it up,” Eugene commented.

“I’m sorry,” Romari apologized.

Eugene licked his lips before continuing, “I need to be in a coffin on my way to Brantia. I could say that I’m going to be staying in my cabin the entire way, but if I never come out, won’t Lanslo and the others start to become suspicious?”

“Oh, you’re right. I don’t know about the others, but it would be troublesome if Lanslo found out,” Galfredik answered.

Although Lanslo was a little peculiar, he was still a righteous knight. No matter how favorable he was toward Eugene, their relationship could take a plunge if he ever discovered Eugene’s true identity.

“What? I thought Sir Drak was from...