Let us speak for a mont of a certain boy.
In terms of talent alone, he was among the elite. Fortunate enough to be born a nobleman’s son in these troubled tis, he had grown up wanting for nothing.
He hadn’t been abused or mistreated. On the contrary, his parents adored him. There were no apparent problems.
Yet, his nature was twisted.
He derived imnse pleasure from taking what others cherished, feeling a sense of omnipotence, like a king.
Unfortunately, no one indulged his twisted desires.
Perhaps it would have been different in tis of peace, but now, even nobles clinging to power could fall from grace in an instant. His parents stressed restraint, and their judgnt was sound.
It simply didn’t suit the boy.
‘I want to take what’s theirs. Only then do I feel alive. Otherwise, I’m just a corpse.’
It was almost inevitable that they would approach him. They promised him the freedom to take whatever he desired if he joined them.
The boy readily agreed.
[Offer a sacrifice to prove your faith.]
That day, the boy sacrificed everything.
His family, his house, even the people who had settled there, trusting his family. The sole survivor, he was rescued by the kingdom and hailed as the only remaining mber of his house.
No one suspected that he had offered everything as a sacrifice to join them. He used this to his advantage, playing the role of the pitiful survivor.
Many sympathized with his story.
He longed to reveal the truth.
‘I wonder how they would react? I can hardly wait.’
He displayed his talent without reservation, joining the Royal Guard at an unprecedented young age and even rising to the rank of Vice-Captain. The ti was drawing near.
‘I thought it would be easy.’
He had considered it a montary diversion. Their power and influence were far greater than he had imagined. Though they had suffered a setback against the Royal Knights, they would soon rise again.
‘I thought it would be a montary diversion…’
Rocazo stared blankly at his hand.
The sword he had been holding was shattered, scattering into fragnts.
‘What just happened? How is this possible?’
His assumptions had crumbled. He had the crowd’s support and had even rigged the duel. Yet, she had ignored it all and crushed him head-on. He hadn’t even been able to react.
He had been utterly defeated.
Even the twisted Rocazo had to acknowledge her overwhelming skill.
“Perhaps now you understand your place.”
“You’re still hung up on that?”
“Of course. Especially with soone as presumptuous as you.”
“…”
“So, what’s your answer? Or do you want to be humiliated further?”
Her cold eyes blazed with intensity, a stark contrast to her initial deanor.
Rocazo silently shook his head.
The duel had made one thing clear, he couldn’t defeat her yet. He was pragmatic enough to admit it.
But he hadn’t lost yet. His plan was still in motion.
“Damn… the Vice-Captain lost to a little girl?”
“Where are all these monsters coming from?”
“Well, she is a Royal Knight.”
The Royal Guard who witnessed the duel were in awe. The level of skill displayed by two children was unbelievable. Rocazo had at least been able to move, anyone else would have been knocked unconscious.
They realized the imnse gap between the Royal Knights and the Royal Guard.
Their gazes shifted from awe to fear.
Helia smiled.
‘Any fool should understand the difference between us now.’
‘“Who do you think we’ve been training under?”
“Well said, Helia.”
“Of course.”
We always follow in his footsteps. We know we can’t match his pace, but we have never given up trying. Because we are the proud…
Royal Knights.
“You two really went all out. This is going to be a headache.”
Helia and Bayard were summoned and reprimanded by Hans. It was inevitable.
They had utterly humiliated the Vice-Captain of the Royal Guard in front of everyone.
Everyone had their pride. They hadn’t just spared his feelings, they had crushed him completely.
He would undoubtedly hold a grudge, and the Royal Guard would be wary of them.
Hans sighed.
They needed to cooperate, yet they had sown the seeds of discord.
“But we couldn’t ignore it.”
“What do you an?”
“He insulted you, Commander. He insulted our pride.”
Hans almost retorted, “What pride?” but he managed to restrain himself. Pride and honor were not to be underestimated.
People fought, and even died, for these intangible concepts.
In the past, such ideals had been used to send n to war. Without them, who would risk their lives on the front lines?
Especially in a world where knights valued honor and pride above all else, if Hans, the Commander of the Royal Knights, were to openly dismiss them…
“…Just the thought is horrifying.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing. Anyway, we have new intel.”
“Intel?”
“W-What kind of intel? I’m so excited…”
Bayard had regained her composure. She had regained her confidence after speaking with Yuren and accumulating nurous achievents.
But for so reason, she still lost her composure in front of Hans, blushing and averting her gaze as she wondered.
‘Am I still so timid?’
Hans, anwhile, was lost in thought.
The Royal Guard was a newly reorganized order, created by the current King. The Human Kingdom had previously had nurous knightly orders.
After Hans beca Commander of the Royal Knights, and his influence grew, the King, empowered by Hans’s success, had disbanded the other orders and integrated them into the Royal Guard.
He had left so private soldiers to appease the nobles and maintain minimal defense, but their numbers had drastically decreased. This had strengthened the King’s authority.
‘The King’s newly reorganized Royal Guard is a force to be reckoned with, both in quantity and quality.’
Strictly speaking, they were still inferior to the Royal Knights, but they were no longer outmatched by other races. This was thanks to the revival of the Royal Knights and the weakening of the demons.
“So, what’s this new intel?”
“Apparently, a Minotaur horde has been sighted in the northern regions of the Human Kingdom.”
“Minotaurs… excellent ingredients.”
“Indeed. Beastn consider them a delicacy.”
“Ah, thank you for understanding.”
Hans was montarily taken aback by the notion of eating Minotaurs but didn’t show it. He had to be careful not to offend other races by reacting to their customs. As Commander of the Royal Knights, he had no intention of doing so.
‘Minotaurs… I hope it’s not the one I fought before.’
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He quickly dismissed the idea with a chuckle.
‘No way. I practically crippled it. It might have escaped, but…’
In the brutal world of monsters, where survival of the fittest reigned supre, it would have been preyed upon. If it had survived, it would be a formidable foe, but that was unlikely.
“They’re sending a subjugation force to the north.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Yes, we can focus on the expedition.”
“E-Expedition…”
“Are you nervous?”
Hans, noticing Bayard’s trembling, cautiously inquired.
‘Is she afraid of the mories of that ti?’
If so…
“No, I’m not afraid. On the contrary… I’m excited.”
“Excited? Why?”
“Because we can crush those vermin in your na, Commander.”
“…Oh.”
Her trembling wasn’t from fear.
It was closer to exhilaration.
She was reveling in the opportunity to eliminate their enemies in Hans’s na.
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