A cheerful voice interrupted Maxi before she could finish her sentence. She turned to see who it was, and her eyes widened when she saw six squires standing next to the braziers with sweat running down their foreheads. Ulyseon, who was at the head of the group, quickly made his way toward her.
"I heard what happened, my lady! Is it all right for you to be walking around already? Those damned bastards! How dare they—"
"I-I'm fine."
Garrow sighed, noticing Maxi's discomfort at the sudden outpouring of concern. "Calm down, Uly. You're making her ladyship uncomfortable."
"I've just never been so frustrated about being a squire before. If I were a knight, I could've…"
Seeing Ulyseon's crestfallen face, Maxi stifled a laugh. He reminded her of a large dog with its ears tucked back.
"Th-Thank you for your c-concern. But I-I'm fine, really. S-Some of the guards w-were injured, but Sir R-Riftan arrived j-just in time."