I will protect you.

"Hmm?"

By the campfire, amidst an awkward atmosphere, Shane suddenly lifted his head, his eyebrows slightly raised.

At that moment, Shane's "Enemy Detection" skill had reacted, informing him that someone nearby harbored hostility, even murderous intent, towards him.

Shane glanced in that direction and appeared to understand something, a mocking expression emerging on his face.

This left Merica, who had been secretly watching Shane, somewhat stunned, and after hesitating, she ventured to speak in a trembling voice.

"What... What's the matter?"

Finally, after half an hour, someone broke the awkward silence.

"It's nothing," Shane shook his head, smiling meaningfully, "Just marveling at how some young masters really don't have the patience I imagined they would, and even more at their strong possessiveness. They're truly the spitting image of medieval prodigal nobility."

"Young master? Medieval prodigal nobility?" Merica seemed not to understand.