"Are these the clients?" Princess Martha glanced at Aurora Sinclair's group, pausing for a moment when her eyes landed on Aurora.
It was rare to see women here, especially one so young and beautiful.
According to Masovian custom, women had to wear veils when they went out. Those who didn't were mostly foreigners.
Silas Morgan took two steps forward, smiling as he replied, "Princess Martha, is there something you need?"
A bashful look appeared on Martha's face. "Is Commander Alpha back yet?"
"Not yet."
"When can he teach me martial arts?"
Silas Morgan smiled. "Our other mercenaries here can teach you too."
"But I specifically requested him."
"Our commander didn't accept the assignment." Silas Morgan pressed the elevator button again and escorted the group inside.
Martha froze, her face anxious. "I only want the best to teach me."
"Sorry, our commander doesn't have time to teach you."
The elevator doors finally closed, and Silas Morgan visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
