What war?

Neither of the two men moved, showing their opposition.

"Gentlemen, I'm not going to eat the lady, besides…" Ambrose shifted his gaze to the twins who hadn't left yet. "I'm planning to let Ravin and Risna be the lady's escorts until further notice."

As soon as the twins were named, they both walked to the sides of the veiled woman. Then they brought one hand to their backs and the other to their chest, thumbs and forefingers clenched in a sort of circle.

"Captain Risna accepts the mission."

"Captain Ravin accepts the mission."

They both spoke loud and clear at the same time, bowing their heads to Ambrose, then returning to their previous posture with both hands behind their backs.

Zagan clenched his fists tightly, trying not to object to General Medaan's decision.

As much as he wanted to be the woman's escort, he knew he couldn't, at least not while he was the Saintess' official escort.