"Achoo!"
Merlin suddenly sneezed. He looked around warily, then asked in surprise, 'Who's talking about me behind my back? Abel, maybe? But that seems impossible, doesn't it?'
He frowned, feeling uneasy.
Charlotte, who was beside him, turned her head curiously. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Merlin shook his head. "Nothing. By the way, is this kind of escort really necessary?"
He peeked out the window and saw at least twenty sixth-stage core spirit soldiers. Every one of them was a knight, perfectly suited for escort duties.
"Hah…" Charlotte sighed helplessly. She massaged her temples and complained, "I don't want this either. But what can I do? My father has always been strict. Whenever I leave the palace, there are guards watching me. Even after I became strong, his stance never changed."
It would be a lie to say she wasn't annoyed with her father. Still, as a princess, her status was far too important to be ignored.
