Quentin arrived at the main tent of the Helferich camp together with Leonil. He had not yet had breakfast that morning and was already faced with a face-off with Hartwin's soldiers.
"Will Lord Hartwin believe what you say?" asked Leonil, somewhat doubtfully.
"I don't know either," Quentin replied.
He picked up the furry coat hanging on a clothes hanger, then put it on by hooking the coat straps over Quentin's right and left shoulders.
His appearance was stunning. His athletic body, handsome face, noble shirt, and luxurious coat made him charming.
Leonil, who is none other than the commander of the troops, also feels the same way. Quentin's aura of nobility and authority shines strongly when he wears House Helferich's coat.
Quentin looked back, noticing Leonil staring silently with his round eyes, "Why?"
"No, My Lord, it's just that you look good in that suit," Leonil complimented.
