Later that day, in the prince's office, there stood the leader of his royal guards. It was a man who appeared to be in his forties, he wore a red armor and had a long saber sheathed on his waist.
"What of the last one?"
Isadore calmly asked his guard while looking outside of the window, admiring the night view. The man bowed and spoke with an apologetic tone
"I am sorry, your highness. Despite being heavily injured, he still managed to escape."
The prince listened to this but wasn't particularly angry, he waved his hand while saying
"Well, it matters not. I doubt he'll do anything or even show himself in Green-Leaf."
The person they were talking about was Vyncent, who was attacked and severely injured. Only through pure luck did the young man escape from the capital, which is a miracle considering his weak cultivation and the strength of his pursuers.