"You damn troublemakers! You have some nerve for attacking a Dragonmarsh military commander! I'll make sure you regret this!"

Even while bound, Harlan kept thrashing and shouting threats.

Without saying anything, Grace raised her hand and slapped him across the face several times until he was seeing stars. His cheeks were swollen, and blood trickled at the corner of his mouth.

"You think you deserve the title of Dragonmarsh military commander?" she said coldly. "You should be court-martialed and stripped of your rank."

"Court-martialed? Ha! Who the hell do you think you are? Don't make me laugh," Harlan spat.

He wasn't intimidated in the slightest. As one of Tristan's trusted officers, nobody except Valon could dismiss him.

"Hold it!"

Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out behind them.

Tristan had arrived, dressed in full protective gear and flanked by a large unit of soldiers.

When Harlan saw him, his face broke into a huge grin. He laughed and said, "His Highness is here. You