“You’re mistaken, that’s just a misunderstanding.”
“How brazen of you.”
Despite openly insulting a member of royalty, Isis didn’t chastise him. A ruler must shrug off the criticisms and disdain of the common people as if it were just a breath of air.
Still,
Smack!
“Anyone aiming to become a knight should never insult a lady, you know that, right?”
“Nice wrist snap you got there.”
This was just a playful little love tap on his foster brother’s head. Though Isis’s expression was serious, there was something about her demeanor that made it the softest face he had seen all day.
“Let me rephrase that. This is not a command; it’s merely a [suggestion], and I really want you to consider it.”
“Well, I guess I’ll at least listen.”
With yet another request, this time knowing it wasn’t a command, Lee Han decided to oblige.
For him to bend his pride was akin to convincing an Italian that pineapple belongs on pizza.
It’s all about the balance, after all.
“You said there are two requests, but they’re all similar in nature.”
Smack.
“…Why is tomorrow’s newspaper here?”
“The power of authority.”
“Ah, those in power really are something.”
With a swift motion, Lee Han opened the newspaper she handed him.
His actions of unfolding and reading without a hint of hesitation pleased Isis immensely.
Nothing annoyed a person more than someone who couldn’t read the room.
In this regard, he was definitely attentive and far from dull.
Before long, Lee Han hesitated at a particular page in the newspaper.
It was undoubtedly a headline that deserved front-page treatment, yet it was lodged on the tenth page.
He pointed to the section that clearly bore the mark of royal influence.
“…Was that little request of yours related to this young lady or that audacious young master?”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because they’re the only people you’d find difficult to deal with.”
“Correct. However, just to clarify, if I set my mind to it, I could easily put an end to their lives. It would just be a tad inconvenient.”
“Yes, yes, quite impressive.”
Smack!
Even though the fan struck his head like a stray fireball, Lee Han remained unfazed.
Having endured blows from aura users, did a mere fan hurt him?
Instead, he continued reading the newspaper, mumbling their names.
“Irene Windler, Loen Dmitri de Lionel.”
Irene Windler was a beautiful 19-year-old mage from the lower class who had recently enrolled at the academy with top honors. Additionally, it was reported that Duke Galahad had expressed intentions to adopt her.
Loen, or whatever his name was, was the youngest son from the Lionel family, known as the Northern King. However, as a bastard, his chances of succeeding the title were exceedingly low. Recently, he had also enrolled at the academy’s swordsmanship department with top results.
Despite being from Pandragon, Duke Galahad maintained an extremely hostile relationship with the royal family, and now their adoptive daughter and illegitimate son had entered the capital, which was the heart of Pandragon.
This was big news that could shake the very foundations of the capital.
The fact that it didn’t dominate the front page indicated the royal family’s discontent with them.
Sure enough,
“I’d love nothing more than to kill them.”
“…As far as I know, both Galahad and Lionel have royal blood running in their veins, don’t they?”
“They’d be my cousin or perhaps distant cousin.”
“Do you really want to kill those people?”
“Would you comply if I asked?”
“……No.”
“Hmph, what a shame.”
…What a fierce maiden.
Smack!
He threw more jabs, and the fan once again smacked the top of his head.
“You’re mistaken, that’s just a misunderstanding.”
“How brazen of you.”
Despite openly insulting a member of royalty, Isis didn’t reprimand him. A ruler must dismiss the criticisms and disdain of the common people as if they were mere whispers in the wind.
Still,
Smack!
“Anyone aiming to become a knight should never insult a lady, you know that, right?”
“Nice wrist snap you got there.”
This was just a playful little love tap on his foster brother’s head. Though Isis’s expression was serious, there was something about her demeanor that made it the softest face he had seen all day.
“Let me rephrase that. This is not a command; it’s merely a [suggestion], and I really want you to consider it.”
“Well, I guess I’ll at least listen.”
With yet another request, this time knowing it wasn’t a command, Lee Han decided to oblige.
For him to bend his pride was akin to convincing an Italian that pineapple belongs on pizza.
It’s all about balance, after all.
“You said there are two requests, but they’re all similar in nature.”
Smack.
“…Why is tomorrow’s newspaper here?”
“The power of authority.”
“Ah, those in power truly are something.”
With a swift motion, Lee Han opened the newspaper she handed him.
His actions of unfolding and reading without a hint of hesitation pleased Isis immensely.
Nothing annoyed a person more than someone who couldn’t read the room.
In this regard, he was definitely attentive and far from dull.
Before long, Lee Han hesitated at a particular page in the newspaper.
It was undoubtedly a headline that deserved front-page treatment, yet it was lodged on the tenth page.
He pointed to the section that clearly bore the mark of royal influence.
“…Was that little request of yours related to this young lady or that audacious young master?”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because they’re the only people you’d find difficult to deal with.”
“Correct. However, just to clarify, if I set my mind to it, I could easily end their lives. It would just be a tad inconvenient.”
“Yes, yes, quite impressive.”
Smack!
Even though the fan struck his head like a stray fireball, Lee Han remained unfazed.
Having endured blows from aura users, did a mere fan hurt him?
Instead, he continued reading the newspaper, mumbling their names.
“Irene Windler, Loen Dmitri de Lionel.”
Irene Windler was a beautiful 19-year-old mage from the lower class who had recently enrolled at the academy with top honors. Additionally, it was reported that Duke Galahad had expressed intentions to adopt her.
Loen, or whatever his name was, was the youngest son from the Lionel family, known as the Northern King. However, as a bastard, his chances of succeeding the title were exceedingly low. Recently, he had also enrolled at the academy’s swordsmanship department with top results.
Despite being from Pandragon, Duke Galahad maintained an extremely hostile relationship with the royal family. Now their adoptive daughter and illegitimate son had entered the capital, which was the heart of Pandragon.
This was big news that could shake the very foundations of the capital.
The fact that it didn’t dominate the front page indicated the royal family’s discontent with them.
Sure enough,
“I’d love nothing more than to kill them.”
“…As far as I know, both Galahad and Lionel have royal blood running in their veins, don’t they?”
“They’d be my cousin or perhaps distant cousin.”
“Do you really want to kill those people?”
“Would you comply if I asked?”
“……No.”
“Hmph, what a shame.”
…What a fierce maiden.
Smack!
He threw more jabs, and the fan once again smacked the top of his head.
“You’re mistaken, that’s just a misunderstanding.”
“How brazen of you.”
Despite openly insulting a member of royalty, Isis didn’t reprimand him. A ruler must dismiss the criticisms and disdain of the common people as if they were mere whispers in the wind.
Still,
Smack!
“Anyone aiming to become a knight should never insult a lady, you know that, right?”
“Nice wrist snap you got there.”
This was just a playful little love tap on his foster brother’s head. Though Isis’s expression was serious, there was something about her demeanor that made it the softest face he had seen all day.
“Let me rephrase that. This is not a command; it’s merely a [suggestion], and I really want you to consider it.”
“Well, I guess I’ll at least listen.”
With yet another request, this time knowing it wasn’t a command, Lee Han decided to oblige.
For him to bend his pride was akin to convincing an Italian that pineapple belongs on pizza.
It’s all about balance, after all.
“You said there are two requests, but they’re all similar in nature.”
Smack.
“…Why is tomorrow’s newspaper here?”
“The power of authority.”
“Ah, those in power truly are something.”
With a swift motion, Lee Han opened the newspaper she handed him.
His actions of unfolding and reading without a hint of hesitation pleased Isis immensely.
Nothing annoyed a person more than someone who couldn’t read the room.
In this regard, he was definitely attentive and far from dull.
Before long, Lee Han hesitated at a particular page in the newspaper.
It was undoubtedly a headline that deserved front-page treatment, yet it was lodged on the tenth page.
He pointed to the section that clearly bore the mark of royal influence.
“…Was that little request of yours related to this young lady or that audacious young master?”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because they’re the only people you’d find difficult to deal with.”
“Correct. However, just to clarify, if I set my mind to it, I could easily end their lives. It would just be a tad inconvenient.”
“Yes, yes, quite impressive.”
Smack!
Even though the fan struck his head like a stray fireball, Lee Han remained unfazed.
Having endured blows from aura users, did a mere fan hurt him?
Instead, he continued reading the newspaper, mumbling their names.
“Irene Windler, Loen Dmitri de Lionel.”
Irene Windler was a beautiful 19-year-old mage from the lower class who had recently enrolled at the academy with top honors. Additionally, it was reported that Duke Galahad had expressed intentions to adopt her.
Loen, or whatever his name was, was the youngest son from the Lionel family, known as the Northern King. However, as a bastard, his chances of succeeding the title were exceedingly low. Recently, he had also enrolled at the academy’s swordsmanship department with top results.
Despite being from Pandragon, Duke Galahad maintained an extremely hostile relationship with the royal family. Now their adoptive daughter and illegitimate son had entered the capital, which was the heart of Pandragon.
This was big news that could shake the very foundations of the capital.
The fact that it didn’t dominate the front page indicated the royal family’s discontent with them.
Sure enough,
“I’d love nothing more than to kill them.”
“…As far as I know, both Galahad and Lionel have royal blood running in their veins, don’t they?”
“They’d be my cousin or perhaps distant cousin.”
“Do you really want to kill those people?”
“Would you comply if I asked?”
“……No.”
“Hmph, what a shame.”
…What a fierce maiden.
Smack!
He threw more jabs, and the fan once again smacked the top of his head.
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