Isla put his hand on his waist and attempted to take a step forward. Raven turned his head slightly and stopped him from taking further action.

He smiled towards Viscount Moraine, whose smile was growing deeper by the minute.

“This sight reminds me of a certain someone in our duchy. Two certain people, to be exact.”

“Oh, is that so? May I ask who they might be?”

“Just some guys. One of them got a bloodied nose and the other had his egg broken. I wonder what’ll happen to an imperial regiment’s commander.”

“What…!”

Isak, the battalion captain who accompanied Viscount Moraine, stepped out violently. Almost simultaneously, Isla took a step forward and stepped between Isak and Raven.

The two warrior’s gaze met in the air. Isak’s fierce eyes contained anger, and Isla’s dark blue eyes contained a cool, heartless chill.

“Hmm…?”

Viscount Moraine showed an interest in the standoff between the two men. As a knight and a master of naval battle, he had a keen insight. As a swordsman, Moraine knew the capabilities of Isak better than anyone else. They had spent more than a dozen years together.

Isak was one of the best swordsmen among the many knights of the 7^th regiment. In addition, Isak was always the first warrior to jump onto the deck of the enemy ship in close combat. He was a renowned...