Chapter 15 (2/2)

“Sorry, Sir Victor. I guess I’ll have to rely on you guys again.”

“You don’t have to! If he dares to take you as a concubine, this old man will not standstill. If it wasn’t for the princess, I and Pavel would’ve gone against him”

Knight Victor and Captain Pavel, were the most loyal ones of the remaining Volga people.

The two of them had looked after Reina since her birth, even during her exile.

It was the very reason why they decided to hold their places even after getting old.

Reina, who knew that, treated them like her very own grandparents.

“But Andrey is late.”

“Pavel has gone to bring him.”

The two of them were talking while standing in front of the Gigant.

Pavel, who went to bring in Andrey, came back.

But something didn’t seem to fit.

His expression was blunt as usual.

“Something big happened, princess!”

“What is it?”

“Andrey has disappeared! I went to the riders’ waiting room as well as the place he was staying, but I couldn’t see any trace of him!”

“No, no, that can’t be!”

Reina’s body began to get hot out of nervousness.

Victor, who noticed that, asked Pavel,

“Did you look thoroughly?”

“Every nook and cranny. Andrey is nowhere to be found!”

“This! I wanted to get things done easily…”

The Red Reaper was a mercenary rider with the ability which made him a wanted individual by not just the famous clans, but also the powerful nobles and the royal families.

Even if he belonged to the same country, they should have at least suspected when he immediately accepted the request of the princess. They should have known that something was going on no matter how drastic their situation was.

But they were all way past those stories!

With a red face, Victor yelled,

“This is clearly the doing of the Monarch! We need to go and get him!”

“But do you have any proof?”

Reina sighed and shook her head.

The notarization was already completed for El Kassel, and it couldn’t be postponed. In that situation, if they decide to give up, it was similar to losing the bet.

“Keuk, I’m going out. Even if we have to die, we need to win…”

“No! Sir Victor has already hurt his back. It is impossible to control the Gigant with that injury!”

“But where would we get a rider in such a situation?”

The Gigant rider had to be a knight to be skillful.

Where would they get such a person in this situation?

Borrow a rider from another clan?

Not only was it uncertain, but even if they lent them their rider, even if they lent her a decent one, it would be tough to win over the Count’s knight.

It was then.

An unexpected character appeared and said,

“The rider… can I be the one?”