The marquis noticed Savine behind them and a look of dread appeared on his face. However, there was also a bit of rage.
"You!"
"Me?" Savine smiled. "No, no. It's you, marquis. What might you be doing out here, when your castle's being raided and your wife captured. Surely you don't plan to escape?"
"That mocking tone! You're showing your true colors!"
"Yes, yes. I feel like I've shown it enough times before. It's not my problem if people still view me as something holy. I mean, they're right, but holy isn't always well-intentioned."
"…"
He was angered, but he knew what he was going against and he seemed to instinctively realize how hopeless was the idea of fighting against her was.
Unexpectedly, the tension left his body and he walked forward with deliberate steps. He arrived in front of Savine and kneeled.
'Oh?'