He truly intended to kill Armand.
Armand, knowing he could not survive, did not shrink back and willingly closed his eyes to await death. He was Duke Celia's manservant and had dedicated his life to the Duke.
Death was something he had never feared.
At the critical moment, Celia descended from the sky and shielded Armand from the blade.
Even so, Armand was still sent flying by the impact of Lance's blade, crashing harshly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and passing out.
"Hmph!"
Lance sheathed his knife neatly and watched coldly as Celia personally helped Armand up and then instructed the guards to take him away. His gaze carried a hint of mockery.
"You wouldn't have fallen in love with your own manservant, would you?"
Celia looked at him with an inscrutable expression, a flash of annoyance in her eyes, but Lance didn't care. He turned around and walked away.
"Stop right there!"
"What now? Is there something else?"
