Alberu was laughing.

He was quietly looking at the White Star on his wyvern.

�I can see you better now than you are closer.�

They were at a distance where he could somewhat make out his features now.

�So that�s what the White Star looks like.�

�It�s odd.�

The only thought in Alberu�s mind after seeing the White Star�s face was that it was odd.

�My ancestor was the ancient White Star?�

Alberu did not like the fact that the ancient White Star was his ancestor.
On the other hand, this White Star was someone who wanted to be like Alberu�s ancestor and become him.

�How funny.�

It was very funny.
He opened his mouth to speak.

�Bring me my helmet.�
�Your highness! Personally going out is-!�
�Do you want me to ignore my citizens?�

The vassal was at a loss for words after hearing Alberu�s question.
Alberu mischievously commented to the vassals who were looking at him.

�I�m just going to go out like this if you don�t bring me my helmet.�

The vassals� shoulders flinched.

�You don�t want my damn head to be blown off, do you?�

Smirk.

Alberu started to smile.

He was speaking more coarsely than normal, but that made his intentions clear to his vassals.

�Here it is, your highness.�
�Thank you. Marquis Stan.�

Taylor Stan who had his head down took the helmet from his subordinate and handed it to Alberu.
Alberu calmly thanked him. JrNovels.com