Bab 439: The Punished Guilty I

"Unhand him immediately!"

Almost at once, all the guards moved away, leaving a huge space to move about. Swords were immediately sheathed and the heads were immediately turned down as a sign of respect and apology. 

Atticus cared not for their little false display― he doubted the guards truly cared whether or not the man they had just pointed their swords at was the king of Vramid. They were probably only worried for their own necks if Atticus chose to retaliate.

Either way, it was mildly hilarious that they thought a few pieces of sharpened steel could do any harm to Jean Nott, much less Atticus. If the mood was any better, Atticus might even laugh and mock them for their foolishness.

Alas, he had no time for such petty things.