His hatred soared like mercury in a thermometer placed in boiling water.
He looked around and confirmed that there were only two of them; the targets of his hatred, the bastards who had stolen his limelight.
Once was an old man who was well dressed enough to look like a high born while the one beside him was a gorgeous young lady who was probably his daughter.
The two had surrounded the princess and were barring her from making her way to the conference hall.
Of course, the fantasies in his mind were far from the truth. The old man and the woman didn't look anything like thugs or stragglers who had somehow managed to stop the princess of the empire on the street despite their low upbringing. The guards around the princess would have long since taken care of them had that been the truth.
Lillard lunged in the direction of the princess so as to announce himself to the princess as her humble servant for the rest of her stay.
