The door was pushed open, and a boot stepped into the room.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Ian rushed forward and raised the firewood knife to chop!
But before he could strike, the newcomer easily caught it with a hand.
With a click, the firewood knife was snatched away with one hand.
Ian was stunned.
The visitor was not the bandit he imagined.
He was dressed in metal armor, with an emblem of a crimson sun on his chest.
"You are..."
Before Ian could react, the knight had already tossed the firewood knife aside and quickly walked towards the bed, looking at the huddled little girl.
He frowned, took off his gloves, and tentatively touched Mia's forehead.
"High fever."
His tone was steady, yet it felt like a decree. Without another word, he bent down to pick up the girl.
"What are you doing? Put her down!" Ian instinctively tried to snatch her back but was stopped by the other's hand.
