A woman screamed at the top of her lungs, clutching her child tightly as she closed her eyes. Before the word "HELP" was fully spoken, Lawrence threw the bandit to the ground, laughing confidently ( and drunkenly ).

Sadly for him, he didn't have the regal and calm "Prince Charming" look because the second the woman opened her eyes again and looked at him, she ran away shouting "bandits".

"B-BANDITS ? I am the commander of the royal guards!"

Lawrence spat out, running his fingers through his fiery ginger hair and then squeezing his temple as he finally felt the hangover creeping in. For heavens sake, he was able to save a life with 5% of his actual strength — and he got labelled a bandit. A BANDIT.

No one could really blame her though. The usual royal guards uniform was too restricting for Lawrence, and it's not like anyone dared tell him what to do when he performed four to five times better than the others. And as much of a hobo he was at times, it was a popular saying :

If Emberfall shows up to the battle, just know the enemy will surrender from fear ( or confusion )