"Him?"
"I mean that knight, wouldn't he come to protect you?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Griffith glared at her younger brother.
She was quite intimidating when angry, and the young boy couldn't help but shrink back: "I... I don't like you marrying Duke Anlek."
"Why?" The Half-Elf Girl was somewhat surprised. Her timid brother wouldn't usually talk to her like this, and she couldn't help but suspect that someone was instigating him from the shadows, but it didn't seem necessary.
Whether it was Macaro or that wise old man who was her teacher, they all hoped to gain Anlek's support. They clearly saw the poison behind the honey, but their purposes were evident. Griffith didn't want to thwart their wishful thinking because, at the very least, she still needed the support of the nobles; Erune was, after all, Erune of the nobles.
The young boy shook his head: "I don't like him."
"Why? You haven't even met him."
"No... I heard..." The boy looked at her, stammering.
