Bartlett walked towards Armand with a poker face, causing everyone in the room to be taken aback.
"What are you doing!" Gregory the squire stood up and yelled at Bartlett. He reached for his weapon, only to find he wasn't wearing one. Aside from Hannah's team, no one had any weapons on Sir Armand's side.
Do they really need to wear weapons in their own house?
Yes, they do! Don't ever let your weapon leave you! Bartlett silently told himself. His weapon only left his side in extreme emergencies, even when sleeping, it was placed by his pillow or held close to him. It was his "Bride Green."
With a corner of his eye, Bartlett noticed that Gregory, a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old, was very flustered. The fact that he didn't have a weapon left him somewhat at a loss.
He also saw young Page Dennis grip his dinner knife tighter when Bartlett passed by him. His body was taut and rigid but didn't make any further move. Meanwhile, squire George next to him looked at Bartlett excitedly.
