The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

One Hour Ago.

At Graydon Palace’s Eastern Gate, Theodore's camp.

Prince Lloyd paced restlessly, his face filled with anxiety. Communication with Devil had been cut off.

“I sent Howard’s lawyer with troops to the outside, and now this happens...!”

If he had known this was going to happen, he would have kept Harrison in camp for the time being to conserve troops.

The moment he reported to the Duke of Lancaster that Ethan was with him, contact had been lost.

The Marquis of Devonshire had speculated that it might be Ethan’s doing. Ethan’s exceptional marksmanship and swordsmanship had been famous even before the fall of civilization.

He was the man who had quelled the riots at the Royal Academy.

After the fall, they had been too complacent, thinking they had the upper hand.

"We have more important things to deal with, and I was worried you were too obsessed with Cherry Sinclair and Prince Theodore."

Eventually, the Marquis of Devonshire even blamed Prince Lloyd. Lloyd glared at him with a flushed face.

“Are you saying I'm wrong?”

“Am I wrong?”

The Marquis of Devonshire did not hide the disdain in his gaze as he spoke to Lloyd.

“Because of you, I might die too. If the Devonshire camp really was taken by Ethan Duncan Lancaster, what will we tell the Duke of Lancaster? Ha...”

“You agreed with it.”

“The responsibility for the outcome lies with the person in charge, Your Highness. That’s why we put you in that position.”

The Marquis of Devonshire's words made Lloyd’s brows twitch. He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t bring himself to.@@novelbin@@

Behind Devonshire stood Lancaster.