I will Save this Doomed Plot

Chapter 110: Start of War(4)

Luke sat silently in his chair, his hair and clothes being done by two cheery girls. The two cheery girls in question are Finesse and Paulina. Internally, Luke sighed.

'How did I wind myself here?'

Luke received a message from Lance to convene in the royal palace for an urgent meeting when Liam was calming him down on Mount Ceb. He doesn't want to go, but he can't refuse because he is a commander and must be present.

He was then quickly hauled into this room and found himself being dressed up by these two extremely eager women while marching directly to the conference room.

"Uhm, girls, I need to get moving right now-"

"Sush, my friend! His Highness provided us with the opportunity to prepare you!"

"She's right, brother! Even Noah is getting ready! Because you will be representing the kingdom, you both need to look your best."

Luke looked in the glass; he was now dressed in the spotless white commander suit, and the girls were braiding his hair and tying golden laces on his garments, including the golden emblem. It irritates him that he appears to be so saintly.

"I... I believe this is sufficient."

The girls stared at Luke with disappointment as he stood up. Luke simply sighed.

"I have to leave right now."

"Okay, good luck."

"Best friend, I'll see you later."

Luke nodded and walked out the door. Liam met him as soon as he stepped outside. He seemed to have been dragged and dressed up by the servants as well. He appears to be a highly tidy and well-dressed knight.

Liam came to a halt and fixed his gaze on Luke. Luke felt uneasy since he was glancing at his clothes.

"What? Is there a problem with my clothes?"

"No, it's just... This is one of the few times I've ever seen you in white, brother."

Luke scratched the back of his neck after tilting his head.

"Is that so? Well, I think that you're going to see me in one a lot from now on."

• Dad, you look really dashing in that uniform! Very attractive! I like it!

Luke simply sighed and shifted his gaze to the corridor.

'Now where is Lance?'

As soon as Luke thought of that, he saw Lance emerge from a room, surrounded by terrified individuals. He's also dressed up and appears to have taken care of the situation.

Lance exhaled as he finished speaking with the worried administrators, but cringed as he heard heavy footsteps approaching him. He suddenly noticed the holy-looking white-clad commander racing at him, fists clenched. He appears enraged, it is because he is.

Lance wasn't supposed to be worried or scared by this, but for some reason, he automatically walks away. Is he afraid?

"Your highness, where are you going?"

When Lance heard Luke's dark and deep voice, his heart practically sprang out of his chest. He was well aware that he was screwed.

'Damn it, why do I have to meet this person now, of all people?'

Lance noticed that the footsteps behind him were getting faster, so he began to move faster as well. He then tried to come up with a way to calm down that bastard's nerves. He could only think of one thing.