"Lord Zimther!"
Roslyn's gaze froze in shock as she turned to look at Zimther once more.
Witnessing Zimther soaring into the sky, Anna, who had just turned around, also wore an ugly expression.
Wasn't it said that he was a master of great prowess?
How could he be defeated in just the blink of an eye?
After landing, Zimther wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Alan had only intended to teach him a lesson, so his attack hadn't been lethal.
Yet Zimther believed that was all the strength Alan possessed.
"Don't panic, Your Highness. I was just caught off guard. He's no match for me!"
"Please, no more playing around, Lord Zimther. Be serious. The princess is terrified!"
Roslyn noticed Anna's increasingly pale complexion, her heart aching with sympathy.
When had the princess ever suffered such humiliation?
She felt utterly useless.
