"U-Um… guys?" Mariella whispered. "Didn't Cadet Lucien specifically tell us to be careful with Marquis Vance? He said to subdue him instantly or knock him unconscious the second we saw him…"
"Well, this counts as instantly subduing him, right?" Bordon said, shaking the Marquis slightly. "He's not going anywhere."
The Marquis, held captive by a group of teenagers, looked around. Realizing that his attackers were the heirs of three Great Ducal Families, the future Sword Saint, and a Royal Princess, a strange sound bubbled in his throat.
"Ha…! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Vance laughed like a madman, the sound echoing eerily in the ruined corridor.
"Hah… I must've truly wronged the heavens to be attacked by such a prestigious roster," Vance wheezed, wiping a speck of blood from his lip. "But tell me, Your Highness, young Lords and Ladies… don't you think this lacks the elegant courtesy expected between our noble houses?"
Elisha stepped forward, her violet eyes burning with disgust.
