Just then, someone spoke up.
"No... We still have the Young Master."
"I saw it! That eye was afraid of the Princely Heir the whole time. It didn't dare come down."
"That's right, I saw it too. That eye was scared of our Princely Heir."
It was as if the crowd had finally snapped out of their stupor. That's right. The earlier scene resurfaced in their minds. The small figure had faced the monsters, chatting and laughing without a hint of fear. He stood proudly, clad in red. What did such an air about him signify? It meant that this child was not afraid of those monsters in the slightest.
He was the son of the Warden of the North, their Young Master.
Just now, when that eye appeared in the sky, this Young Master had single-handedly intimidated the monster, scaring it into fleeing.
