As you wish, my Lord

“Sir, please do show some respect.” Princess Magadal yanked her hand out of the man’s grip, and asked with her eyebrows raised. The middle-aged man had a pale complexion and his saggy eyebags purple. It was evident that he was drunk. He wore some really fancy clothes, and it was obvious that he was nobility. It was just his disheveled looks and empty eyes, plus that awfully white collar bones that were revealed through his unbuttoned clothes, made him look like he was some beggar that had been wandering for days.

Brendel immediately recognized what happened at first sight. Marquis Yoakam, cousin of Oberg the Seventh, the illegitimate son of the last king was here. He was a lot younger than Oberg who had passed away and, although he had land, his position was really small compared to his cousin. And the social pressure applied by the other nobles led him to develop a wild behavior, in disregard of how others looked at him. It was said that he had spent the night with a lot of married wives of the nobles, which led him to be picked on by the nobles. But he had close ties to the eldest son of the King Orberg, plus he had the support of House Seifer’s matriarch, making him invulnerable from the attacks of the other nobles.

Why is he here? Don’t tell me it’s because of that?

That was when Yoakam spotted him. He turned and hissed, “I believe he must be the owner of the two beauties. Hand them over to me now!”

“What a foul mouth!” Magadal was a really composed and logical person, but even so in this situation, it can be seen from her chest that was rising and sinking sporadically, that she was really angry as well. “This is the Holy Cathedral! Our ancestors are watching us from above, so please watch your behavior, Sir!” She clenched her fist, wondering angrily how this guy managed to sneak into the place.

“Princess Magadal, before you care for others, do you know who am I in the first place?” Yoakam smiled slyly. “I will be the uncle of the future king of this Kingdom so I’m sure you must’ve heard of my name before.”

“I have heard of your beauty for some time now, but looking up close, you sure live up to that name. Hehe…he…he… I must have you no matter what, pretty flower.”

Magadal gritted her teeth. She had received education from the Cathedral since young, developing her soft and innocent character. The people she had met were those courteous people, that was until she saw Yoakam.

She was trembling with rage, but she did not know how to rebut his words. That was when Brendel intercepted, “Forgive me if I didn’t understand, sir. But I want to ask you, do you see any beauties around me right now?”

He looked around but Amandina and Scarlet were not to be seen.

His reputation sure is a problem though. I have a bad feeling about this

“Oh. They dare be rude to me? I will ask my men to punish them later. But don’t worry, I will not hurt their lives. However, that red babe really is really ahead of herself, if not Ketilbern would not have hurt her accidentally. But that doesn’t matter. You will hand them over to me sooner or later anyway, and it’s normal for a noble to punish his own servants.”

“Dear sir, you don’t have to worry. Your comrade is injured so we have already ordered my men to send her to the medics!” Before Magadal managed to convey her message to Brendel, she saw a streak of light fly at Yoakam’s cheeks.

It was a silver dagger.

Yoakam did not expect Brendel to be so quick that his guard did not even manage to respond and took a hit to his face, leaving a streak of blood down his cheeks.

The middle-aged man wailed, and sucked in a breath of cold air at the same time.[T/L: How does he do that? Is he a beatboxer?] He did not burst out in anger, but was shrieking like a loser as he covered the bleeding section of his face, “You dare assail a noble? That’s against the laws of the Holy Cathedral!”

Even Magadal was shocked. In the scriptures of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, the nobles are indeed protected. Even though he was in the wrong and needed punishment, if anyone were to attack them unexpectedly, it would be an irredeemable sin. That was why the nobles had to come up with excuses when waging wars. Of course, the wars should not involve any assassinations and poison. Then again, they were only hidden from the Holy Cathedral.

Magadal opened her mouth initially to warn Brendel to not do something that would lead to serious repercussions. But she did not think she would be one step too late. She was just gawking at him at the moment, but she could feel the mystifying, chilling kill glare in his eyes.

Brendel was not someone who would be angry for no apparent reason, but that was before he met someone who so blatantly declared that they would hurt his subordinates. As a man, he dared hurt a woman? As a true gentleman, he could not tolerate such behavior. In Brendel’s eyes, Yoakam is truly the epitome of all human garbage.

“You are truly good at lying, Sir,” He spoke coldly. “Since when did I assault you?”

“You clearly…” Yoakam looked back at the pillar behind him where the dagger was stuck. But what he saw