After leaving the estate, the more Phield thought about it, the angrier he became. The more he endured it, the more suffocated he felt.
The moment he returned to the inn, Phield shut the door behind him and ignored everything else. He immediately pulled out a map of High Castle Province and began studying it.
"What happened? You've been in a terrible mood ever since you came back."
Seeing her lord unhappy, Tisiana hurried over and gently massaged his shoulders.
"It's nothing major. I'll handle it properly."
Never one to vent his anger on his own people, Phield forced out a faint smile and let out a long breath.
"I just ran into an arrogant, ill-mannered bunch."
Rosalia, who had emerged from the greatsword nearby, stomped furiously.
"Exactly! Those damned Imperial Guards! How dare they humiliate my lord? I want to slice them apart and boil them alive!"
"The Imperial Guards? I've heard of them."
Tisiana tilted her head thoughtfully, blinking as she searched her memories.
