Four meters away from where Nolan and Allen were clashing, Orlan, Syra, and Alicia stood watching the scene with curious eyes.
"My dear, is it really okay to leave Prince Nolan on his own?" Syra asked hesitantly, turning to her husband. "Aren't you going to step in and help him?"
Orlan remained composed, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Gently patting Alicia's head beside him, he replied calmly, "Don't worry, Syra. I'm sure Prince Nolan will be fine. Allen Ashvale is no match for him. Trust me—he'll deal with Allen swiftly and without mercy."
Having witnessed firsthand just how intelligent and cunning Nolan could be, Orlan never once doubted him.
Allen didn't concern him in the slightest. Even if the Duke of Ashvale himself were standing in Allen's place, Orlan was confident Nolan would still come out on top.
This wasn't blind faith—it was the result of careful observation and analysis over the past few days.
