When Iric stepped back, the upper part of his right arm was torn unsightly. A red line was drawn over its tight muscles. It wasn't deep, but it was a bloody sore wound.
"Iric? "
"Are you okay, Lady?"
"I'm fine, Iric, but your arm…"
"Fine."
Iric replied kindly to her as if to comfort her who was surprised. She didn't understand his answer. And she couldn't believe what just happened before her eyes.
She did not want to understand it either.
A moment ago, the emperor threw the sword at her without any hesitation.
"Do you think that giving up your life easily is a sign of loyalty?"
Eckart did not bat an eyelash despite his risky actions. He calmly motioned the knights out of the room.
"You can't protect anyone with a broken sword. Instead of thinking about dying for somebody, think about living together."
"I will keep it in mind, Your Excellency," Iric replied in a calm voice.
After looking at Iric for a while, Eckart walked by her.
"Your Excellency!"