"Oi, It's your lucky day. I heard that the Saintess is headed this way right now. Aren't you lucky?"
The guard looked around happily, not letting it show that they were here to kidnap the Saintess. Lord Lucas had given them strict instructions to not let themselves be caught until it was time.
As such, the guards had to act carefree to not attract attention. Otherwise, even death was not out of the bag for them.
Currently, a few of their men were mixed in with the normal royal army and were acting as messengers for Lord Dirac.
"Still, you did bring the symbol we have to gift her with, right? You will die a horrible death if you forgot to get that."
The first guard asked, fear seeping into his voice. No one could see the terror-filled expression he supported at the notion of not being able to carry out his mission.
"Of course, I brought it with me. I have no intention of dying."
