"So it's you!" Mettany stomped forward, there's fury behind her voice.
Van glared at the men that were pointing fingers at him. Once met his glare, they would put down their fingers. He even found a shocking revelation, 'Even Sir Streson is pointing at me!' he felt like he was played.
However, Streson was under pressure as well. He could only go with the crowd. Miss Mettany when angry was scarier than he thought.
But soon, Van calmed down and thought, 'I am a Van Ansteran, there is no way that she could do anything to me.'
Looking at Van up and down, Mettany then whispered, "So you're a noble..."
'Yes!' Van inwardly replied. He was relieved that this woman finally noticed he's a noble.
"You must have a healer on you then, go and get them!" but Mettany abruptly and intimidatingly ordered.
After a pause, Van pointed at himself with a puzzled expression, "Me?" he muttered, "You're ordering me?"
