252 Distant Relative

"Well, that sure was something," Alaric, the Crown Prince of the Zelan Dynasty, said with a smile. "Aren't you happy? You don't have to marry a barbarian anymore."

Princess Aila, who was seated opposite him, had a calm expression on her face as she drank her tea. They were currently inside the tent where they stayed after arriving at the Third Peak of Chivalry.

William's appearance had put a stop to their plans to use the Northern Tribes as the hammer that would hit the Hellan Kingdom from behind, while the Two Dynasties faced them on the frontlines.

"Ah, right, your ex-husband candidate said that he's giving you to the Knight Commander of the Hellan Kingdom," Prince Alaric teased her half sister. "Do you want to go with him? I personally don't mind if you do that."