“Ha…!”

The guard captain stole a glance at Franz Bommel, who kept on sighing whenever he had a chance. Franz was adorned with an elegant chain mail, a long sword, and a navy surcoat embroidered with a colorful symbol of the family. He was the eldest son of Baron Bommel.

He did not fit the image of a knight with his rather chubby body. Franz continuously sighed and muttered while staring at the distant sky.

“Are there really no opportunities for I, Franz Bommel, to spread my fame and prowess across the land? Why won’t father let me lead soldiers into the battlefield?”

‘Because you are so weak that you can’t even hold your own against a mercenary, let alone a knight.’

Even though he thought as such, the guard captain was not foolish enough to verbalize his thoughts. He responded with a forced smile. “Perhaps it is because this isn’t a real war, but a battle to end with a compromise on both sides, would you not agree? Lord Bommel must have judged that this stage was insufficient to reveal the wisdom and bravery of his successor, Sir Franz Bommel.”

“I guess there aren’t any other explanations. Ha! How regretful. I was planning to propose to Alaina after defeating Lord Fairchild’s knights in a dignified manner.”

This was also the reason for the dispute between the Bommel family and the Fairchild family. It was because of the engagement between Alaina Fairchild...