The one who had stirred up trouble had not been Nailisi. Sika held her boomerang in her hands and glared angrily at the son of the earl. His face was pale from blood loss. His entire arm was wrapped in bandages, his left hand clutching his sword, and there were two swordsmen behind him gripping their weapons as well.
The four black grand swordmasters were seemingly apathetic about the entire situation as they sat there without batting an eyelid.
"Earl, what has happened?"
"I have no idea why your men would injure my son." Earl Sebastian was frustrated. He also knew what his son was like, but this was his house and that woman had nearly killed someone. No matter what had happened, he needed an explanation.
Saleen gave a faint smile and said, "Sika isn’t one of my men. She’s my friend, and if you have anything to say, you can direct it to me."
