C122 Becker's Assassination!

"As a swordsman, not fighting on the front lines is one thing, but missing the grand moment when the Cow King was slain? That I cannot accept!"

Dorothy's face turned a deep shade of red with fury as she sat astride her horse.

"Miss, I apologize!"

Butler Sam, leading the horse, bowed his head in a gesture of contrition.

"Humph!" Dorothy glared at Sam, her anger bubbling up