By the next morning, the Armstrong estate was buzzing once again—this time, with fresh rumors that spread like wildfire through the halls, courtyards, and training fields.
Everyone was talking about the Duke's once-disregarded son.
But now, the conversation had taken a new turn.
"They say he's got some terrifying guards. Did you hear what Melissa did yesterday?"
One of the younger knights muttered in awe as he passed through the corridor.
"She wiped the floor with the entire training squad. Not even one of them could touch her."
Another whispered, glancing over his shoulder as if afraid the woman herself might be listening.
"Still, if his personal guards are that strong, maybe it wasn't all Young Master Kyle who—"
A senior officer added thoughtfully, stroking his chin.
"No, no. You forgot? He went out alone. Bruce and Melissa were left behind. That village was saved without them."
Someone else quickly interrupted.
