‘They must be talking about me!’
David clenched his fists in rising shame and humiliation.
He wished it was his imagination, but unfortunately, Baron Griffith and his group were actually talking about David.
“Did you see? It seems the Bedford heir has finally been released from confinement.”
“Pfft! Bringing a knight to a place like this, is he serious?”
“Seeing a naive brat like that coming here, this place will soon be ruined. How do I know? Maybe his dad will come all the way here and throw a fit.”
“Hahaha! That’s true!”
As several nobles burst into laughter, David’s face turned as red as a ripe tomato.
‘How dare those bastards…!’
They were all insignificant titles, but they were acting high and mighty because they were friends with the Crown Prince.
Who put that bastard on the Crown Prince’s throne!
Strictly speaking, it was Duke Bedford who made Aaron the Crown Prince, Ariella who assisted him, and David who had not contributed in the slightest, but he thought as if all the credit was due to him.
“Are those nobles talking about the young master right now? They look like they’re laughing at you… Are they higher than you, young master?”
And Milo added fuel to David’s anger at the right moment.
David couldn’t stand it any longer and jumped up. He wanted to let the people around him know. Who was the highest-ranking person here.
“Hey, Baron Griffith! Don’t be so low-class and talk behind my back, why don’t you come and say it to my face?”
Normally, he wouldn’t have pointed this out to a group of men. But alcohol always gave him great courage, and at the same time, recklessly erased his worries about the aftermath.
“Well, if you were brave enough to do that, you wouldn’t be living as my brother-in-law’s errand boy, would you?”
The noisy gambling den instantly fell silent.
As silence rang out and everyone’s eyes poured out, David briefly regretted doing something unnecessary, but the water had already been spilled.
“Bedford heir. What did you say just now?”
Infuriated by the most unwelcome sound, Baron Griffith leaped to his feet.
His friends belatedly grabbed his arm, trying to restrain him, but the baron was unstoppable. Like David, he was a simpleton who couldn’t think of the consequences once he was caught up in his emotions.
“What, am I being too honest? But isn’t it obvious to everyone anyway? That the baron is volunteering to be my brother-in-law’s servant, I mean.”
“Ha! A greenhorn whose ink hasn’t even dried yet dares to—!”
“What? A greenhorn? You little—!”
The fight escalated in an instant.
The two nobles, drunk on alcohol and excitement, huffed and puffed as they approached each other, spewing insults, and soon fists, not words, began to fly. Other nobles and knights tried to stop them, but it was no use.
The people who had been watching the dogfight lost interest and gleefully watched the human fight. They looked like they would bet money if they could.
‘This is too easy.’
Watching David throw punches at Baron Griffith, Milo slowly fumbled inside his pocket. The hilt of a small dagger touched his fingertips.
David was completely out of his mind right now. David’s escort knight was also preoccupied with stopping the fight, leaving Milo unguarded.
Should I stab him now?
Milo hesitated, fiddling with the hilt.
Now was the time. He could avenge Maya, something he had longed for for months.
After a fierce internal struggle, Milo took his hand out of his pocket. The hand that emerged was empty.
‘Because that woman promised.’
Ariella Bedford. The most elegant and aristocratic person he had ever met had clearly said to him.
That she would bring David before him without fail. And give him the opportunity to take revenge himself.
There was nothing more foolish than believing a noble’s promise. Having lived on the streets since he was a child, he knew this better than anyone.
But Milo believed her, not the promise. He believed in the scars that painted her legs red, the hatred that filled her eyes, the resolute voice that desired something more than death.
‘I will believe you, Miss. The revenge you, noble and wise, have planned will be far more painful and terrible than this, so that I will not regret this moment.’
Milo muttered to himself and left the noisy gambling den.
