“Mmm, hmm…”

Pascal slowly opened his eyes and felt a tingling pain from his jaw. It was still dark. For some reason, his back felt stiff. He quickly looked over himself after feeling a constant, up-and-down motion. The only things he could see were the horse’s well-toned legs, the horse’s armor, and the fluctuating ground.

“Keugh.”

Realizing that he had been knocked out, Pascal attempted to move his body. However, he couldn’t move because something was wrapped tight around his body.

“Are you awake?”

Pascal struggled to raise his head at the voice. He saw Eugene.

“Sir! What do you think you are doing?”

“What else? I am currently riding on a horse.”

Pascal recognized his current situation from Eugene’s answer. 

He continued while gritting his teeth. “Sir! Do you think you will get away with this? I am Lord Bommel’s nephew! I am warning you…”

“Warn me all you want. I was hired by Lord Fairchild. And Lord Fairchild and Lord Bommel are on the brink of initiating a territorial war. No, perhaps it has begun already.”

“Keugh! You dare commit such a cowardly act before declaring war?”

“I heard Sir Robos is in captivity. It seems that a ransom is also being demanded in exchange for his release. Since either side hasn’t declared war just yet, wouldn’t it be customary to just either punish or release him?”

“…..!”

“But...