On the next morning, as the soldiers of the Bozdorf Family joined them, the prince's escort group became one fold longer than it originally was on the flat and wide Avenue of Blessings.
"Please do not mind Count Bozdorf's attitude." Derek rode to Thales' side. "He is one of the initiators to take back Blade Fangs Camp. He is very unhappy with the things that have happened over the past few days, so all of his displeasure is written on his face."
'Unhappy?' Thales thought in his heart. 'Written on his face? Brother, I don't think you've ever come into contact with the Northlanders before. When they're unhappy, they usually show it with their swords.'
He could only tease himself that way.
"Please do not direct your anger on Paul either." The Count of Wing Fort cast a glance at the quiet Paul Bozdorf, who was a few paces behind them. "It is also very difficult for him to have such a mighty and aggressive father."
