Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 358 - 358 173 Princess Ines_4

358: Chapter 173 Princess Ines_4 358: Chapter 173 Princess Ines_4 Understanding the reason did not mean he could tolerate the current annoyance, especially since he was standing on the land of the Farolis Family, and there was no need for him to endure the other party’s inexplicable disdain.

“I will not bow to someone so impolite, and until you apologize for your earlier disrespect, I will not go anywhere,” Leon replied confidently and calmly.

Hearing this answer, Orad was taken aback, stopping the words he was about to exchange with Ines, and turned back with an indifferent expression, “Do I need to remind you of our respective statuses?

Don’t seek humiliation for yourself.

Walk away now, and I will overlook your disrespect.”

This remark made Ines’s barely maintained smile disappear; she realized she had underestimated the insolence of this son of the Frontier Duke.

“Orad, must you be so outrageous at this welcoming feast for my father the King?

Do you intend to insult the vassal of the honoree at a celebration for Count Eriv’s elevation?

This is the Farolis Family’s Glade, not the Loman estate of the Ostdor Family.”

With such frank warning, regardless of status disparity, to insult the vassal of a great lord on another family’s territory at such a crucial occasion was no different from directly slapping the Thorny Flower Earl in the face.

Such an insult to dignity, once it escalated, even a duke’s son might end up being sent back home in a coffin…

However, her words leaning toward defending Leon were also a clear indication of Orad’s status, hoping only that the subtly infuriated Thorny Flower Knight would not take this rude fellow too seriously.

Orad wasn’t entirely oblivious to propriety, realizing that this knight was a vassal of Count Eriv, he slightly reined in his attitude.

Although he was just a knight, he still had to show some respect to the host family.

“My apologies, Your Highness.

I merely wished to assist you promptly, but with unrelated people always lingering around, it is hard for us to discuss private affairs.

You surely can’t expect this little knight to take down a county on the Western Continent for you,” he said, gazing at Ines with a hint of reminder in his words.

“…”

Weighing the actual gains and losses, Ines suppressed the regret flashing through her heart and had to turn away momentarily, apologizing to Leon, “I’m sorry, Lord Pendragon.

After the banquet, I will personally visit to apologize for the discomfort you’ve experienced…”

Who knew that upon hearing this, Leon showed not the slightest interest in acceptance.

He shook his head, “No, Your Highness, you have not been impolite to me, why should you apologize for this boor?

I am rather curious, what trouble is so close at hand that the Farolis Family cannot help you with?

That you must seek help so far afield, relying on this utterly uncouth individual.”

Orad hadn’t planned to bother further with this country knight, but hearing these words, he couldn’t help but flare up in anger, whipping around to face Leon, “You are not worthy of me mentioning my own name, but now that you have heard of Ostdor from Her Highness, you still dare to insult me?

Are you tired of living?”

Leon raised an eyebrow unfazed.

Bringing up status again?

His mentor was a saint worshipped by the people of the Western Continent, a Pope who ruled the earth a thousand years ago.

His lover was the true Princess of Orland.

His attendant was a legitimate Prince from a kingdom on par with Orland.

Just a duke’s son, yet his arrogance seemed to know no bounds.

He scoffed, “What now, Duke Loman, planning to avenge your child’s rudeness by sending troops from the Eastern Border to strike at me?

That would indeed be an honor for me.”

Orad, looking at Leon’s nonchalant expression, narrowed his eyes.

“Who needs to mention my father?

The military force I’ve brought on this journey is not much, but I have five hundred Horror Wolf Cavalry that could tear anyone who insults me to shreds.

What do you have, you rustic, other than that bold mouth?

Spears from a wooden shack and mules?”

Leon raised an eyebrow, unapologetically retorting, “I don’t have as many little pets following me as you do, just a mere sword, a suit of armor, and a griffin.

Although I have no army, I can still charge into battle for the Kingdom and exterminate the unruly subjects lurking before His Majesty’s throne.”

In his retort, Leon didn’t forget his home-field advantage, pulling on the coattails of the King’s authority, with what seemed like the more sensible Ines there to corroborate.

After all, it was his own territory, and since he would never set foot in the Eastern parts in his lifetime and being a well-known ‘local tyrant’, he naturally did not fear the son of the Eastern Border Duke who acted so presumptuously in a foreign land.

“A griffin?” Orad exclaimed in surprise.

He had never seen a griffin but knew it to be a ferocious Magic Beast ranking above the Karak Dragon Lizard and second only to the “Dragon.”

“Just you, a little knight?”

“Forgive your ignorance for not having heard my name coming from the East Territory, but now that you know your own name, it would be ill-mannered of me not to introduce myself.”

Leon boasted calmly, “The ‘Snake Slayer’ of Kosos County, the Griffin Lord of Thorny Flower Family, that’s me.

I wonder if your Horror Wolves can match the bravery of a mere War Beast under my command?”

He had heard Mr.

Brian Sr.

speak of the Horror Wolves from the Eastern Border, formidable combat beasts nearly as big as average horses, indeed formidable when paired with a skilled Tamer, far more frightening than the common Cavalry.

But…

in the eyes of a griffin, they remained nothing more than a faster, furrier moving buffet.

Orad’s voice stuck, and he fell silent.

He gave Leon another appraising look—if there really was a griffin, that would explain why Ines had been chatting amicably with him a moment ago.

Unable to resist, he turned to look at the Princess for confirmation.

The Princess, amused at seeing Orad’s sudden loss for words, nodded her head, backing up Leon, “This Lord Pendragon is indeed a Griffin Knight, renowned for his military exploits in Kosos County.”