“I apologize, Your Highness.”
Masain bowed his head to Seongjin, looking flustered. He had returned to his usual composed self, as if he had never been angry.
Of course, it was already too late, as his fierce outburst had already swept through the inn once.
“To make such a mistake, it seems I was out of my mind for a moment. I will gladly accept the punishment for this disrespect when we return.”
“…No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Seongjin replied with a wry expression.
He didn’t particularly feel like blaming him. After all, it was he himself who had been wandering around everywhere, leaving his escort knight behind.
The only strange thing was whether Sir Masain, no matter how angry, was the kind of person to recklessly berate the prince he served like this.
“But, Sir Masain.”
Is it just my imagination?
“You look much more relaxed than before. Is your stomach alright now?”
Then, Masain tilted his head and, with a very relaxed expression, felt around his stomach area.
“…Indeed? Now that you mention it, I feel quite refreshed inside. It’s like a long-standing indigestion has disappeared all at once. I’ve heard the rumors, but Priest Bart’s healing power is truly remarkable.”
“Well, as for the healing power…….”
It must have been remarkable as always. Since it was something Father did.
‘What on earth happened?’
Sir Masain seemed to be purely admiring the priest’s ability, but Seongjin couldn’t help but feel on edge, sensing a subtle discrepancy in his behavior.
But fortunately, Seongjin soon found out the reason. A young man entered…