El and Labrys were the first two to run to him, but not the last.
“We lost…!”
“Thank you for this battle! It was a good learning experience!”
“Is your fighting style the Moonhart style?”
“What kind of training do you usually do?”
The maids he was fighting also gathered around Chrom.
And then…
“…Well done.”
Everyone turned around, and saw someone who was not supposed to be there.
“…Father…?”
Lizbell’s face turned pale in the space of a second.
The one person who couldn’t see this, saw it.
The stern looking man with slicked back red hair.
The father of Lizbell and Labrys, the head of one of the four major houses of this kingdom, and the general of this nation’s army, Drago of Scarlet.
He didn’t introduce himself. There was no need for him to do so.
His face and presence were his business card.
Chrom quickly corrected his posture, and bowed.
“It is an honor to meet you, Lord Scarlet. I have been hearing tales of your brave deeds for a long time… I am very grateful for your invitation…”
“I hate this polite way of speaking.”
He said, stopping Chrom’s words.
“I saw your strength. I heard about it from Sirius too, but your sword is nothing less than tremendous. I cannot imagine how someone your age reached so far.”
“T-thank you.”
Chrom was casually praised.
Of course, for someone who didn’t know the context, it all seemed very normal, but…
Lizbell and the maids were amazed.
(Father… Complimented someone?)
Lizbell had never seen something like this before.
This was someone who would not speak in a diplomatic way. He would never compliment someone who was not as strong or stronger than himself.
But that meant… This could describe the boy standing in front of them.
“But in comparison, you… Lizbell.”
“…”
Lizbell’s father turned to her and glared.
That was enough for cold sweat to break out of her entire body.
The pressure was immense. Like she was standing in front of a dragon.
“Mister Chrom is my guest. Do you understand that pointing your sword at him is like pointing your sword at me?”
“…I I-I’m sorry…”
Lizbell trembled.
She was scared, and felt miserable. Tears began to stream down her face.
But then…
“Please wait.”
“…Eh?”
A shadow stepped forward, like it was covering Lizbell.
When she looked up, she saw Chrom in front of her.
“…Are you attempting to meddle with the business of my house?”
Lizbell’s father’s sharp eyes pierced through Chrom.
The head of the Scarlet family was not someone a commoner boy could talk back to.
If he so wished, he could make it so Chrom couldn’t lead a decent life in this country.