When Sungjin finally gathered his wits inside the carriage, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated by his inability to assess the group’s situation.
His eyes were heavily bandaged, making movement difficult, and the Demon King had retreated deep into his mind, sulking for reasons unknown.
To top it off, Sir Masain had checked on Sungjin’s condition only briefly before leaving the carriage, and was now outside, swinging his sword as if staging a protest.
Looks like he’s really mad this time…
Sungjin could even feel the uncontrolled flow of Masain’s turbulent aura. Was he holding back his frustration just because Sungjin was a prince?
I mean, isn’t everyone being a bit too much? I did my best back there!
Thump!
Feeling a surge of injustice, Sungjin kicked the carriage seat hard.
Fortunately, shortly after, Edith came with lunch and explained the situation.
“We’ve split into two groups. Lord Zigsmund is traveling with us toward the count’s territory, while Captain Ilmar and most of the Wolf Knights stayed behind at the scene.”
“Split up? Why?”
“Lord Zigsmund thought it best to take you to a physician in Zigsmund Territory as soon as possible. The others…