"Princess, there are too many enemies. Please retreat for now."
Sir Begning's earnest request came from outside, his voice somewhat urgent, indicating that the situation was dire - steel crossbow arrows striking the iron plates within the carriage walls, making a pinging sound - the assassins emerged from the forest in all directions. Even Princess Griffith herself did not expect that she would face the most dangerous assassination attempt since her escape within her own territory of Graf.
But the girl pressed her lips together, her pale silver eyes staring straight ahead, and replied, "No need, I will wait here for my knights to arrive."
"Your Highness—"
"Begning."
"Yes."
"It's nothing. Thank you," the girl said softly.
The sounds outside the carriage suddenly stopped. The young man turned his head, one hand on the hilt of his sword, and all that remained in his chest was endless courage.
