When Eugene and Carmen walked upstairs, the Third Division of the Black Lions, under Carmen’s command, was waiting for them on the first floor.

“Are you okay?” Nathan, the Vice-Captain of the Third Division, came up to Carmen with a serious face after seeing Carmen’s bloody right arm.

“It’s just a scratch,” Carmen answered nonchalantly.

As the Vice-Captain, Nathan had been assisting Carmen for dozens of years. As a result, he knew Carmen better than anyone, so he could understand the true meaning of her overly calm response.

‘She means it hurts a lot,’ Nathan thought.

Her injury wasn’t fatal — there were no broken bones or torn muscles. Time would completely heal her. However, Carmen was in excruciating pain right now. It was understandable, as her right arm was bleeding so profusely that it had stained her entire sleeve.

‘Should I give her a painkiller?’

The only thing he could notice were the beads of cold sweat on her forehead. Nathan would have handed Carmen a painkiller without hesitation if Eugene hadn't been present, but he understood Carmen’s personality very well. She must want to look like a cool, strong martial artist in front of her very young junior.

“…The White Dragon Knights are outside,” Nathan spoke quietly.

“That’s not a surprise. Is that Alchester kid here too?” Carmen chuckled.

“Yes, he is here.”

Even Eugene knew who Alchester was.

When the question of who was the strongest knight in the continent was raised in a conversation, several names were always mentioned — the Lionheart Patriarchs; Doynes Lionheart, the Immortal White Lion; Carmen Lionheart, the Silver Lion; and the commanders of famous knightly orders.

Alchester Dragonic, the Commander of the White Dragon Knightly Order of Kiehl, was one of those commanders.

He was a duke, but he never...