“Kieeeek! Such a precious figure is greeting us in such a shabby place!” Mirian said excitedly, correcting her words from before.

“Did His Excellency send him? Hmm? To take Sir Eugene to the castle? Please say yes! Oh, handsome knight, please!” Mirian pleaded while buzzing around Lanslo, even though she knew he could not hear her.

Eugene glared at her and gestured.

“Kiek!” Mirian cried out with shock and quickly recognized Eugene’s hidden instructions, hurriedly making her way into the tent. Naturally, Lanslo wasn’t able to see Mirian’s reaction, and he took his seat in a chair cleaned by Luke.

“Then I will be outside. Please call me if you need anything, master,” Luke said.

“Right,” Eugene answered.

Luke bowed deeply before saluting to Lanslo as well. Then, he left the tent.

“Your aide is quite quick-witted. He possesses a good physique, and judging from the way he walks, he must have been faithful to his training as well,” Lanslo said.

“He’s a slave, not an aide. He was a gift from Viscount Fairchild, Count Winslon’s son-in-law,” Eugene responded.

Lanslo looked surprising after hearing Eugene’s answer.

“You bought your slave a sword, armor, and a horse?” Lanslo asked.

“As you saw, he’s quite competent,” Eugene answered.

“…As I heard, you’re not an ordinary person. You surprised me in many ways, Sir Eugene,” Lanslo commented with a good-natured smile.

Eugene responded...