“Drop the ‘Lady.’”
“…Very well…Teles.”
“Me too! Call me Silk!”
“…Okay…Silk.”
The two girls nodded in satisfaction as Cain called them by their names. Although mentally older, Cain still wasn’t able to win against girls. He wasn’t able to get the better of Reine, nor was he able to get the better of these two. Cain hung his head.
The next day, they safely arrived at the Capital. After finishing entry procedures, the carriage passed through the noble-exclusive entrance and entered the city. It had been a quiet three days. They hadn’t encountered any problems since the orc attack. However, since Cain had spent the last few days sandwiched between two pretty girls, he was completely depleted.
“We’ve arrived at the Capital, so there’s no longer any need to worry about your safety. I’ll go return to my own carriage now,” Cain said, relieved at the thought he was finally free.
“What are you talking about? You’re accompanying us all the way to the palace—it’s next to the knight headquarters. We’ve already informed Lord Garm about the matter, so there’s no need to be concerned.”
It was true Cain still had the corpses of the fallen knights stored in his Item Box. It was best to return them to their families as quickly as possible, so Cain nodded and agreed to accompany them.
Once they’d arrived, he temporarily separated from the two girls at the entrance to the palace and headed towards the knight’s headquarters. There, he found a knight wearing the same white armor as the knights who were guarding the duke’s carriage.
The captain wasn’t in the capital at the moment, and the vice-captain was currently at the palace due to an urgent matter, so Cain was told to wait in the drawing room. After waiting alone for roughly an hour, the door suddenly opened. A handsome red-headed knight in his late twenties entered the room. He was wearing flashier attire than the other knights.
“Sorry I kept you waiting. I’ve already heard the details from the knights who came before you. Thank you for protecting Her Highness and the duke’s daughter. Sorry for making you have to carry our comrades back here with you. I’m the vice-captain of the Royal Guard, Daim von Gazart.” Daim had a slightly sad look on his face as he lightly bowed his head in thanks.
“Cain von Silford. I’m the third son of the Lord of Gracia. The knights fought against an army of fifty orcs in order to protect those two girls. They fought bravely.”
Hearing this, Daim’s expression eased. “Thank you. Your words serve to honor the knights that have passed. Please bring them out over here.”
Cain followed Dain and placed the knights covered in white sheets at the location he specified. Normally, knights who died in the field would be buried or burned where they passed. The survivors would bring back something to remember them by, and that was it.
After offering a prayer to the deceased knights, Cain decided to leave and head towards the Silford residence. “I’ll be on my way, then,” he said.
“Please wait. Cain, I’m supposed to bring you to have an audience with His Majesty. Lord Garm should already be on his way.”
Cain’s eyes widened. He was about to have an audience with the king?