Roman looked down at his own fist when he heard that someone from the royal palace was coming.
A large, solid hand, covered in scars.
"Guess I shouldn't punch someone sent by the royal family, huh?"
A natural thought—but still, he hesitated.
Are you loyal to Naurillia?
If danger comes, will you fight for the royal family?
If someone asked him that, Roman would nod without a second’s pause.
But if they added, “Would you beat a noble to death if they rubbed you the wrong way?”
He’d nod twice as fast.
Swearing loyalty was one thing, but—
