I was Invited to the Wedding of Former Fiancé Despite my Engagement Being Annulled. I Couldn’t Refuse, so my Brother’s Friend Accompany Me Translation

44. A Knight’s Duty

As expected, Alves was the one twisting Phil’s arm.

He had a terrifying expression, as if he wanted to do more than break his wrist.

“…Hey, I told you that Lucia will never become your mistress. Why are you proposing to her?”

“If it’s only this much, it shouldn’t warrant such aggressiveness from you…”

“Hmm? Then, should I just let others touch Lucia in the same manner?”

Immediately, Phil’s smile vanished. He stepped away from me while raising his free hand.

“My bad. When I thought of starting a life with someone I haven’t met in a while, I just lost control.”

“As long as you understa—wait, what did you just say? Is that your way of apologizing?”

Alves, who released Phil, suddenly stared at the road.

When I looked the same direction, I saw smoke billowing from the other end of the road.

Immediately after that, a group of horsemen came into view. The leading knight gave a hand signal for a follow-up, one which we acknowledged.

In an orderly manner, the horses started to line up.

Seeing the movement, Alves pulled my hand.

“Lucia, come here. They’re serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… an actual battle is going to start.”

My brother pulled me in the direction of our home.

The knights staying at our house casually made a way for us.

Phil, having been left alone, sighed and brushed aside his hair. Then, he loosely folded his arms.

At the same time, the horsemen approached. When I thought they were making two groups, they circled around Phil.

It was a siege.

The knights wore matching cloaks and were holding spears.

Eventually, the horses stopped.

“Your Highness, please come with us.”

A knight left the circle of horses and advanced towards Phil.

He was probably the captain.

Although he spoke with a polite tone, it was an order.

Phil quietly stared at the knight, looked at the wall of the surrounding horsemen, and unfolded his arms.

“What a good move.”

“It’s an honor to be complimented by you. We’ve been ordered by His Majesty to ensure His Highness’ departure by the end of the day. As such, please come promptly.”

The knight captain spoke with a smile.

As if amazed, Alves smiled.

…His smile looks bitter.

For His Majesty himself to have decreed for Phil to be brought home…

After glancing at me, Phil sighed deeply once again.

However, he obediently rode the horse that was brought to him.

…He’d be leaving for the North—

—Or so I thought, when he spun and rushed towards me.


Although he was dressed as a dignified knight, he looked like a child about to cry.

It was such a surreal sight, I unintentionally laughed.

Phil squeezed his reins and once more sped up his horse.

“Lucia-chan, let’s run away together. Even if it’s some shitty hole, as long as you’re there, it’ll be Heaven…!”

“Oi, Your Highness Philaude!”

The knight captain no longer bothered adhering to formality…

Moreover, the honorific he attached to his name sounded absolutely sarcastic…

With a demonic expression, the knight captain took a hold of Phil’s reins from the side and forcibly pulled them. The horse obediently followed. With a sad face, Phil glanced back.

“Lucia-chan! I’ll be back soon, so don’t look at any other man!”

“I said, shut up! Don’t increase our workload! Hey, catch His Highness!”

That was definitely not the way one would speak to a member of the royal family…

But as they cornered Phil’s horse from both sides, the expressionless knights held their spears at him.

The strangely angry group went straight for the road and left the Ragulen house.

Phil’s figure was hidden by the cloak of the knights who surrounded him. Soon, all of them disappeared.

“…Is Phil alright?”

I looked up at my brother.

Alves, who had been silently seeing Phil off the entire time, exhaled deeply and shook his head.

“Are you really alright with that guy?”

“Well, that’s…”

Instead of being anxious, I laughed a little.

“Well, Phil is always like that, isn’t he?”

“You’re right…”

Alves bitterly smiled, but didn’t seem to be frustrated.

He put his hand on top of my head, ruffled my hair, and entered the house. It seemed he was going to resume his book keeping.

Speaking of which, I remembered that I was polishing the pot.

When I returned to the kitchen, I grabbed the scrubbing brush again and was suddenly reminded of Phil. Thus, I laughed.

***T/N: Lmao the fact that Lucia went back to scrubbing pot right after the whole ordeal…

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