Leyla Nerwine (3)

Honestly, Cynthia's face is on a god-tier level too—but maybe because Keith is already head over heels for Leyla, he doesn't really care about it. If it were up to me, From my perspective, I also prefer another kind of face anyway.

Leyla, hurry up and speak. Why are you acting like you crave attention today?"

Cynthia had now arrived in front of us, her arrogant face partly hidden behind her fan. Whatever this was, it was clear she was here to humiliate Leyla.

As her knight, I can't just stand by.

"Or are you mute now? Don't you feel guilty embarrassing Remy at her own coming-of-age party?" Cynthia chuckled.

Leyla's hands were visibly trembling, unable to answer. No matter how strong she was, she still carried some trauma from Cynthia's past actions.

"I-I…" Leyla tried to speak up.

"Lady Cynthia… maybe it's best not to drag this out further." Even Remy looked uncomfortable now.

Tears began to fall from Leyla's eyes. She clearly didn't want to be here anymore.

"Once a wench, always a wench. Whatever—just go home and cry in your daddy's lap."

'She's gone too far now.'

"Or maybe… you'd rather cry in your beloved knight's lap?"

"You bastard. What did you just say? Want me to beat you up?!" Before I knew it, my hand had grabbed the front of Cynthia's dress, and my fist was already in the air.

Despite my impulsive actions, I was now in a difficult situation. Gasps rippled through the crowd, and Remy was visibly stunned. Leyla's concern was evident, yet Cynthia remained unfazed, offering only a smile. She was without a doubt, a top-tier villain.

"Remove your filthy hands from her… You're not worthy."

A harsh tug ripped my arm free. Before me stood The Great Magician Epsilon. His lavender hair, straight as a ruler, cascaded down his calves, a fragrant cloud. Piercing blue eyes, cold as ice, met mine. The air crackled with unseen energy, a palpable hum that spoke of immense power, a power dedicated solely to Cynthia.

'There he is, my beloved character. Damn, you're so handsome.'

"You just disrespected a Duke. You, a mere low-ranked knight. How dare you…"

'In the novel, he's the villain who accidentally takes Keith's life. Of course, it wasn't intentional. Cynthia manipulates him until he loses control of his magic and goes into a rampage.'

So now I've basically raised my death flag even higher.

'Isn't this bad…?'

I quickly let go of Cynthia and stared them down sharply.

"Regardless, Lady Cynthia's words to Lady Leyla were clearly excessive. To suggest a 'lowly knight' like me could comfort her was a blatant insult to Lady Leyla's dignity. Everyone here heard what Lady Cynthia said."

I clenched my jaw, a knot of tension in my neck, and scanned the room. The hushed murmurs of the crowd faded as they subtly distanced themselves.

"Or perhaps you only hear what you want to hear, Great Magician?" Epsilon's face flushed, his carefully crafted facade cracking. Cynthia's eyes, however, widened, a flicker of respect in their depths.

"Then, Lady Leyla and I will be taking our leave. Congratulations on your coming of age, Lady Remy." I bowed, the silk of my robes brushing against my skin. Then, I turned, Leyla's small hand a comforting warmth in mine, and walked away.

'Don't I look kind of cool right now?'

But secretly, I could still feel Epsilon's sharp glare stabbing into my back. I glanced over my shoulder slightly.

'Even when he's angry, he's still beautiful. Kyaa~'