— Hey. Do we really have to do this?
— How many times have I told you? Be quiet!
The two knights of the Dark Host, who had done their best to blend in with the environment, were closely watching the duke's daughter and her companions from afar.
Being in a forest clearing, illuminated by the sun's rays breaking through dense foliage, Camille de Walt looked quite at ease, not even suspecting that dangerous personalities were hiding behind her back. The knights were watching this girl's every move carefully, like predators.
— Her Highness has given orders for us to monitor Lady de Walt's every move, — one of the knights whispered, his voice low and sullen. — Don't you understand the lady's orders?
— No, but… — The second knight hesitated.
— Then what's the matter?
— I just really can't figure out why we're doing this...
