The next day.
The morning sun cast a warm glow across the stronghold, and the air was calm—until voices clashed just outside the command building.
"We're going to follow you, young master," Liana said firmly, arms crossed.
"That's right," Gloria added calmly, her expression as serene as ever. "There's no reason to let you go alone."
Javier stood in front of them, armor half-equipped, eyes narrowed.
"No!" he snapped. "This is my command. You all stay here."
Gloria blinked , surprised by his serious tone.
Liana's lips tightened. "But—"
Before she could continue, Felicia stepped forward.
"I'm a Beastkin princess," she said coolly, her eyes sharp. "You don't have the right to command me."
Javier turned his gaze toward her.
He exhaled slowly, then said coldly:
"Hmm? If you're still hard-headed and insist on following me…"
"…then consider our engagement gone."
The air fell silent.
