The Abandoned Baroness is one of the Black Knight’s favorites

It was another man, not Gilbert, who replied to Sofia, who was named after him with a spoiled voice.

"─ ─ Does Lannish mean Baron Lannish?

Sophia took a breath from Gilbert to the identity of the man who had been called His Highness. When it comes to royalty with cool, empty eyes with golden hair, there is only His Royal Highness Prince Mathias. Sofia shook her pupils, but Gilbert glanced at Sofia indifferently and snorted her nose with cold eyes.

Answer me now.

Sofia shook her shoulders and opened her mouth. It was pathetic that my voice trembled.

"I am... the daughter of the previous baron."

Sofia lowered her head deeply. I wish I had to leave this place soon, but I can't raise my face because I'm scared.

"Oh, I see. ─ ─ So, why is the baroness sleeping here?

Sofia narrowed her eyes. I didn't want Mathias or Gilbert to know why I was so miserable.

"I'm sorry... I'll be leaving soon, so please forgive me."

Sofia reaches out to the shoes she left nearby without taking them off. I wanted to escape as soon as possible. But Gilbert grabbed the stretched arm and couldn't reach the shoes. Extending my arm exposed several cuts I had last night. Sofia raised her face and looked up Gilbert's eyes with a sense of blame.

"─ ─ You......"

Gilbert grabbed Sofia's arm in a slightly bent position and opened his eyes. Gilbert's right wrist shakes with a thin platinum bracelet. Not knowing what was so surprising, Sofia leaned her neck out of the poison.

"Um... Knight?

Gilbert let go of Sofia's modest voice. Sofia moves with her other hand on the grabbed wrist, out of awkwardness and fear. Gilbert looked seriously at Sofia sitting on the ground, looking from the tip of her head to the tip of her feet.

"─ ─ Gilbert, did you see anything?

It was Matthias who asked Gilbert instead of Sofia. Gilbert shakes his head and turns back to Mathias.

"No, the opposite is true. ─ ─ I didn't see anything."

"... nothing?

Matthias' interesting eyes turned to Sofia, who had no idea why. Sofia is fearful and pushes her feet to the ground, twitching back. Gilbert narrowed his eyes to the scratches on his feet that he saw as he moved.

"Even so, Miss Sofia is neither an assassin nor a sinner. Have you been running away? You'd better go home soon."

Sophia trembled her shoulders in horror at Mathias' words. There's nowhere to go, not running away.

"That's right... Thank you for your kindness. ─ ─ Now, if you'll excuse me."

Sofia now took her shoes and put them on her feet, where the rubbing was still healing. Stand up and hold it with both hands to withstand the weight of the trunk. If I took a step, my whole body hurt, even if I didn't want to. Still, a voice comes after Sofia, who bit her back teeth and moved her feet a few steps.

"Miss Sofia, is there really a place to go back?

Matthias's voice. Sofia stopped her feet unintentionally at the heart of the words. There is no way I can look back.

"That doesn't mean you're just running away, does it?

Sofia dropped the trunk on the ground. I can see the trunk collapsing with a rustling sound. Matthias smiled at the back of his throat.

"Gilbert doesn't seem to know what happened, but if you're so concerned, I'll give you the order."

"Your Highness, what are you doing ─ ─"

It was Sofia who couldn't look back, but I knew that Matthias seemed to enjoy herself. Gilbert's voice contains confusion and anxiety. Sofia squeezed her hands tight.

"In the name of Prince Mathias Reichstein, I command Marquis Gilbert Forster. Protect Miss Sofia at the Marquis and take care of her in case she falls or becomes a slum-dweller."

Sofia opened her eyes. Matthias is trying to help Sofia without knowing what's going on. Besides, according to Mathias, Gilbert is the Marquis. Looking back in haste, Sofia spoke aggressively.

"Please wait, Your Highness ─ ─ I can only carry the Marquis's luggage! Such a... such a game ─ ─"

Sofia coughed a little because she suddenly shouted loudly. Holding his throat down with his hands and his feet in sight, there was a piece of fabric that was torn somewhere. Because the white petticoat inside peeks, the hook tear on the surface is more pronounced.

"─ ─ Should I put anything in writing, Gilbert?

"... you don't have to"

As Gilbert approached Sofia with her face down, she held a trunk that was rolling at her feet. As she raised her face, Gilbert, with deep wrinkles between her eyebrows, stared at Sofia.

"Come on... hurry up"

Gilbert said to Sofia in a warm voice. Sofia has no choice but to follow her as long as she's been robbed of her trunk. Mathias glanced at Gilbert and Sofia and raised the edge of her mouth.