IBRV (Novel) Chapter 85

C 85



"It is an honor to serve you, my lady. I am Khan, the head of 'Terem,' the shadow of the Etham family.

This is Ashmond, the deputy leader of the knights directly under Etham, 'Noir.' It is an honor to serve you.

After breakfast following the flood, my father asked me to go somewhere, so I followed him to the training hall.

There were two groups of people standing in the spacious place.

One side was a group that looked like assassins dressed in easy-to-move jet-black clothing, and the other side was knights in black armor.

Both groups stood side by side in perfect formation, and their numbers were considerable.

"As a rank-and-file soldier of the Etham family, simply follow the orders of the family matriarch. It would be good for you to know their faces."

"Ah..."

It's not like you're giving military power to a ten-year-old...

"I suppose he's just telling me to keep an eye on them?"

The looks directed at me were mixed with curiosity.

Furthermore, Terem, Noir.

Both were groups that only the elite of the elite could enter. Places where only the top 1% of the Etham family's soldiers gathered.

"By the way, the leader of Noir is Charniel, the eldest brother you saw earlier."

"Ah..."

That's why he had such a big sword. I nodded slowly.

"Terem belongs to the family head. It will always be by your side, so you can call on it whenever you want."

"At any time?"

"Yes, on the street or anywhere."

Does that mean I'm being monitored 24 hours a day, 365 days a year?

"Yes."

Thinking that there was no danger, I accepted it docilely.

"It's just that the other side doesn't seem to like it very much."

I could feel the sadness in their eyes.

Did Dad also catch them and force them to serve me?

"Unlike before, from now on, you will always have a maid and an escort by your side."

"Yes..."

"It's for your safety."

He knelt in front of me and said softly.

"You are the matriarch of the Etham family, my daughter, and also a living testament to the ancients."

"I know. It's okay."

"Yes, that's good."

Erno Etham gently stroked my hair.

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