Standing next to Randall, three lower-rank knights who had followed Xanthus earlier to the servant's quarter were whispering among themselves.
Making strange expressions, they were ogling curiously at Randall who seemed to be in a distressed mood after Xanthus asked all of them to leave, except Noah. They were standing a bit far from the hall but didn't leave that area.
One of the knights exhaled a heavy sigh and glanced toward the weapon hall, looking quite curious. Frowning his face, he whispered to his comrades, "Am I the only one, or do you all think too that something's wrong with His Grace?"
"Of course," another one answered, folding his broad arms over his chest. "Did any one of us ever see him being so absurd before? He rushed to such a lowly place to grab a servant and take him in here!? Geez, it was really unbelievable."
"Yeah, it's hard to even imagine His Grace acting as such—"
