"Where is Lord Justinian?" Henderilch came in a hurry. Henderil was about to enter but was stopped by Zalius and Forcas who came.

He watched the other party ask about Justinian and Irina Ducas' whereabouts. After a while, the girl in Hendriel's eyes disappeared. He could only ask Justinian for someone as Sergius said.

But Focas and Zalueus, who were guarding the door, did not mean to let go, but replied: "Mr. Justinian has something to deal with and cannot see you for the time being. It is getting late now. If there is anything, we can tell you."

"I just want to bring His Highness Irina back. Please let Lord Justinian see me!" Seeing this, Hendriel's voice became colder and his tone became stronger and he said again.

But Zalius and Focas, who were guarding the door, remained indifferent. "Please pay attention to your tone. Lord Justinian has no obligation to come out to see you, Hendriel. And we have never seen Miss Irina Ducas come here. If we have any news, we will tell you as soon as possible. Please observe the etiquette of the guests before this."

“The etiquette of the guest?”

"Yes, Your Excellency. It's getting late. I think you can invite him back. We will set out to fight against the rebels tomorrow. It's time to regain our energy, right?" Faucas said calmly to Hendriel who questioned himself, which completely aroused Hendriel's anger.

But considering the next alliance with Justinian, the man finally tried his best to suppress his emotions, "Say hello to Your Excellency Justinian on my behalf, but please give me a word. His Highness Irina is the only legal heir to Prince Theodor. If he cannot handle this problem well, it is equivalent to giving up all the potential forces that Epirus can unite. In that case, even the two earls and I will not continue to support him. I hope he is a wise man!"

After saying that, seeing that the other party had no intention of compromise, Hendriel, who was angry in his heart, left only Salius and Forcas looking at each other.

"Are you doing it a little too much?" Salius asked his colleagues standing beside him. They just said what they said was their own way and did not discuss with Justinian in advance.

Focas was also a little unsure. The main reason was that the girl from Agrenion insisted on meeting Justinian alone, so he decided to evade Hendriel who rushed over. It was obvious that the other party was talking so seriously that he felt that the problem was a little troublesome. But the one who came up with the idea was him, and Focas could only answer with a grudge, "Don't worry, it's okay, anyway, they have a request for Lord Justinian now. Besides, that little girl took the initiative to find Your Highness, right?"

"But what is this lonely man and widow who are alone in the same room?" Salius, who is used to war, did not make any arguments at this time. He always felt something was wrong with him like a headless fly.

"What else can you do? You have to pay something if you ask for it." Focas said carelessly.

"You mean?"

"As Hendriel said, the child was the only legal heir of Agrignon, and she had the dual bloodline of the Ducas and the Angeles family. It was not only noble but also an important bargaining chip." Focas said the key. It was precisely because of this mentality that he decided to prevent Hendriel from entering. Although their lords have made great achievements in combat, their embarrassing identity has always been a great obstacle, just Grand Duke Anastasius

The adopted son is far from enough. If there is a wife with a noble enough status, their Justinian might be accepted by the noble circle. In this regard, Forcas is the most experiencing. After assisting Justinian in quelling the Great Molia rebellion, he married Alexia from the Papadoros family and became the head of the Papadoros family and became the Peloponnese nobleman. Now Justinian faces a noble girl with purple blood to throw herself into her arms, and he feels no need for him.

Such explicit statements also heard the implicit meaning of the other person's dialect, but he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid things are not that simple. After all, the old master--" The cavalry commander seemed to have thought of something. He had been paying attention to the girl's appearance when she saw Justinian. Her black eyes, which were too quiet, made Salius feel a little worried, reminding Salius of the great Duke Anastasius's loss of his beloved son a few years ago.

"I think you're overconfident. Even if you're dipped in honey, you just need to eat the honey and spit it out. I've always believed that His Highness Justinian has a flexible tongue, haha." Focas made a vulgar joke, and even the old-fashioned Saluus would smile, and for a moment the quiet and depressing atmosphere became more lively.

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In the room, Irina Ducas, who was pressed down on the comfortable velvet quilt, was facing Justinian's eyes.

Justinian looked at each other quietly, holding Irina's slender wrists in both hands, listening to the girl's clear breathing sound, and the ups and downs of her chest, even the fragrance of the gentle indoor hyacinth became more charming.

“…”

But he didn't have the next move, and his black eyes seemed to be dodging his eyes slightly, reflecting the fire in the fireplace beside the bed. Justinian could feel the whole body of the girl under her body becoming hot like a burning fire, and a blushing color appeared on the bloodless face.

After a while, the girl finally looked at him again, but her black eyes glanced open like an electric shock.

"I'm very expensive!" Irina said shyly, her hands, who were originally holding a corner of the quilt, slowly loosened her crossed legs, no longer as tight as before, and she could feel the beautiful softness and elasticity through her long skirt.

Justinian let go of the right hand holding Irina's wrist, and gently brushed the girl's hair with her fingertips. Irina Ducas who came along the way had obviously bathed and cleaned her in advance, and the fragrance of iris could be smelled between her hair. But just like this, the girl like a deer couldn't stop trembling, and she couldn't hide her fearful and nervous eyes under her shaking eyelashes. Justinian saw that even so, Irina Ducas was still forcing herself to accept it.
Chapter completed!