Ignatius was very alert. He quickly retreated with the royal guards when he saw the assassin advancing closer.

Keeping himself alive was a priority now. He just needed to avoid the assassination attempt. When the assassin grew tired, he'd order the soldiers to kill him. This was the safest option.

"Draven, I think Ignatius is right. Safety first. I'll retreat for now." Atticus didn't dare to stay any longer as he slowly retreated with the royal guards when he saw Ignatius leaving.

"Hmm! All of you are just scared!" Draven frowned slightly with a disgruntled look.

He then turned to look at Mortimer and expressively said, "Mortimer, you've always been a brave fighter. You're certainly not retreating like those two, right?"

"Of course not!" Mortimer stretched a little bit and smirked, "It's just an assassin. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

He became a sovereign after a bloody and hellish experience. There was nothing he had not seen. A worthless assassin was not enough to scare