Murphy still didn't object, only saying flatly, "As you wish, Your Highness."
A flicker of barely perceptible joy flashed in Elizabeth's eyes. She followed by Murphy's side as they returned to the room together.
Before long, another knock came at the door.
This time, it was the man from the highlands. He had changed into a relatively clean suit of Leather Armor, and the heavy stench of blood on him had faded considerably. His gaze toward Murphy was filled with straightforward reverence and gratitude. "Your strength is as dependable as a mountain. I, Batu, owe you my life."
With that, he thumped his own chest.
Immediately after, the Iron Wall Imperial Guard Commander arrived.
His steps were steady, and despite his serious internal injuries, he maintained a soldier's upright posture.
