Jeanne, who was behind Lucien along with his other wives, approached the edge of the hill.
When she reached his side, Lucien instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist. Jeanne thought he was doing that intentionally to provoke Lord Larousse, so she tried to move away from him.
But Lucien held her tight by the waist and pulled her body close to his.
Jeanne pouted, thinking he was jealous of Lord Larousse. But then she concluded that his jealousy was not bad for her but an advantage, so she let him hug her.
Lord Larousse saw the mysterious man embracing Jeanne, and he was furious for several reasons.
He grimaced as he shouted towards Jeanne. "What does that mean, Jeanne? Were you with this guy the whole time? Where's my son?"
*Woosh*
Lord Larousse's answer was two arrows that passed beside his head, one of them slightly cut off part of his right ear.
Lucien looked up at the top of a huge tree on the hill where Neola and other archers were with their bows always ready.