"Wait, Uncle Chris. You may go, but they must stay."
"Why? They are my Knights."
Khrish froze for a moment, then turned and demanded.
"Are they really just your Knights?"
Lian snapped his fingers, and the banquet hall doors slammed shut.
Khrish swallowed hard, the hairs on his body standing on end.
This was a sense of crisis honed by years on the battlefield.
Even though his men held the absolute numerical advantage in the banquet hall, he still felt afraid.
The Lian before him only had a single Maid in a black Cloak by his side.
"Lord Lian, I don't know what you're talking about. They are indeed my Knights—vassals who have sworn eternal Loyalty to me. I trust Catherine wouldn't turn on vassals who have just pledged their allegiance, not if she wants to last long on this path."
"A vassal's vassal is not my vassal."
Lian said coolly,
