Chapter 63 Ch 63: How much can you handle? - Part 3
After finishing breakfast, the Head Knight adjusted her gloves and stood up.
"I'll go get the supplies we need."
She announced. The heavy armor still hid her body and face, but Kyle could hear just a hint of frustration in her voice.
"I'll join you."
lissa imdiately added, pushing her chair back.
The room fell silent for a brief mont.
Kyle barely reacted, his attention still on his al, but Bruce frowned.
"lissa..."
Bruce started, his tone edged with caution.
lissa turned slightly toward him, a confident smirk playing on her lips.
"Relax! I won't bite!"
That was what lissa said, but her voice made
and throw the head knight out.
Bruce leaned back, arms crossed.
sound like she wanted to only only bite, but chew
"That's what I'm worried about. Just...don't do anything you would regret in the future, alright?" lissa rolled her eyes.
"I know my limits."
Bruce gave her a doubtful look, but after a mont, he sighed and let it go.
The Head Knight had remained quiet during the exchange but had noted lissa's tone-the slight hostility buried beneath it.
With that, the two won left together, their steps brisk and their postures tense.
The marketplace was alive with activity-rchants shouting out deals, custors haggling over prices, and the occasional street perforr drawing small crowds.
The Head Knight walked with purpose, scanning the stalls for what they needed.
lissa, however, wasn't focused on shopping.
She was focused on the head knight.
Minutes passed before lissa finally broke the silence.
"What do you want with my master?"
The words were blunt-too blunt.
The Head Knight paused in her steps, caught off guard by lissa's directness.
She turned her head slightly, golden eyes narrowing beneath her helt.
"I don't an him any harm. I'm just here to observe him!"
She said smoothly.
lissa scoffed.
"Observe?"
The Head Knight didn't respond, continuing toward a stall selling dried at and travel supplies. lissa clenched her fists before following.
"I don't buy it."
She said coldly.
Still, the knight didn't react.
lissa exhaled sharply.
"I am Kyle Armstrong's shield. If anyone dares to co after him, I will be standing in their way! She declared.
Sothing stirred in the Grand Duchess's chest.
Loyalty.
Unwavering, undeniable loyalty.
lissa didn't hesitate in declaring her devotion to Kyle.
She didn't care who heard her.
She spoke with pride.
And yet...
The Grand Duchess couldn't do the sa.
Beneath her helt, her jaw tightened.
'How foolish.'
But even as she told herself that, an uncomfortable feeling settled inside her.
Was she... jealous?
Of lissa's courage?
Or was it sothing else?
Her hands clenched at her sides.
lissa had no fear in saying where she stood.
But the Head Knight?
She was forced to stand on the sidelines.
Watching.
Guarding.
Hiding.
Her heart skipped a beat before she could stop it.
Panic blood in her chest.
"This is dangerous. I need to get to my castle before my feelings bloom anymore."
She needed distance-quickly-before these feelings turned into sothing she could no longer
ignore.
She turned away from lissa, forcing herself to refocus.
"This conversation
She said finally.
pointless."
lissa scowled, but before she could say anything else, the Head Knight walked away.
The conversation was over.
But the thoughts it left behind were not.
By the ti the two returned to the inn, the sky had darkened.
Their group gathered for a al, but the Head Knight was quieter than usual.
Even lissa, despite her sharp tongue earlier, was unusually silent.
Kyle, however, noticed everything.
After they finished eating, the group began to head upstairs to their rooms.
Kyle's steps slowed as he passed a table near the entrance.
A group of rough-looking n sat there, whispering among themselves.
They barely hid their interest as their eyes followed Kyle's group.
But wasn't Kyle they were watching,
It was their belongings.
Kyle didn't stop walking, but his gaze sharpened slightly.
Bruce, noticing Kyle's shift in deanor, spoke in a low voice.
"What is it?"
Kyle's voice was calm, but firm.
"We'll have company tonight.
Bruce imdiately understood.
lissa, who had been in a bad mood since earlier, suddenly perked up.
She welcod the thought of a fight.
The Head Knight, though lost in thought from her carlier conversation, also nodded.
Kyle rarely missed anything.
And if he said there would be an attack-then there would be one.
Kyle's eyes snapped open the mont he heard the faint creaking of wooden floorboards outside his
door.
His body moved instinctively.
Silent and precise, he slipped out of bed, grabbed his sword, and stepped toward the door.
The hallway was dimly lit, but he could see them.
A group of masked intruders.
Their gazes flicked toward him as he stepped into the corridor, his presence unsettlingly calm.
One of the n stepped forward.
"Well, well! You're awake, Young Lord!"
The intruder sneered.
Kyle didn't respond, rely watching.
Another one spoke up, voice dripping with arrogance.
"We know you're a noble. If you want to keep your pretty little head, you'll hand over all your
valuables"
Kyle sighed, his expression utterly unimpressed.
"You woke up for this?"
He muttered.
The leader's face twitched with annoyance.
"You should be begging right now!"
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
"Why would I beg?" The thieves exchanged glances.
"Because if you don't, you're dead."
One of them growled.
Kyle let out another sigh, rolling his shoulders lazily.
"I have no intention of doing what you ask.
The air shifted. The intruders, clearly used to fearful nobles, weren't sure how to react to Kyle's bored indifference.
It angered them.
"You little-
The first attacker lunged, dagger flashing in the dim light.
Kyle didn't even flinch. With a single, precise step, he avoided the strike entirely, his body moving as if he had foreseen it.
Before the attacker could process what happened, Kyle's fist shot forward, slamming into the man's
gut.
The thief collapsed instantly, gasping for air.
The rest of the masked n froze.
Kyle cracked his knuckles.
"Let's get this over with."
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