Hill glanced at him and followed the direction of his raised chin to look to the left: that beautiful lady, with the arm of a much older noble, was strolling among the tents.
"Doesn't she know the Earl is all right?" Hill was somewhat surprised, "And that I would come?"
"Just the daughter of a lesser noble family that has never even been to the Capital, reputed to be smart and capable," Manton said disdainfully. "If it wasn't for the Earl's help, how could I have suffered such a loss?
That poison she provided forced me to become a Knight.
Even the Earl didn't expect her to be so useless.
As for now!
She simply doesn't understand how quickly a Grand Knight's body can recover.
A Grand Knight who can live up to 150 years, just how robust their body is.
When she heard that the Earl's spine was broken, that he was heavily comatose and bedridden, she cried and ran off, never visiting again."
Hill looked at Manton's stern face and said nothing.
