The noblewoman known as Alexia unabashedly sized up Swashbuckler from head to toe.
"Miss, while I know I'm handsome, could you be a little more restrained?"
Swashbuckler felt a chill run through him. That gaze was like picking out ingredients, making him uncomfortable. Even his usual flirtations came out awkwardly.
Alexia's scarlet pupils suddenly brightened.
"Excellent."
"What's excellent? Is it my overly handsome face?"
"Your vitality is strong, you are qualified to become my father's sustenance. This will be the greatest honor of your humble life." Her voice trembled, sounding somewhat intoxicated. She couldn't be bothered to converse with Swashbuckler and was completely absorbed in her own world.
"No, I haven't—"
"Take this human away."
Alexia ordered coldly.
A few guards nearby quickly stepped forward, opened the cage, and forcibly lifted Swashbuckler out.
"Easy, easy."
"Don't grab my neck!"
"Brother, I beg you, let me walk myself, okay?"
