Clank!

The iron gates of Count Herreran’s manor opened.

A knight with a majestic appearance appeared with several swordsmen, and a glimmer of recognition flashed in Isla’s eyes.

‘Casval Teyo…’

Isla had seen the captain of the Herreran Swordsmen twice in the past. Of course, Teyo would not recognize him in return. Anyone who knew of Isla from the Herreran family was most likely already dead with the exception of Count Herreran himself.

“Are you the messenger of the United Southern Army?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm…”

Teyo’s eyes glimmered fiercely as he observed Isla.

‘Both his spirit and posture are stable.’

In terms of sword technique alone, Teyo was the strongest among the cavaliers of the Herreran family. Within the entire region of Valvas, his strength could be counted within ten fingers.

At one glance, Teyo realized that the young cavalier in front of him was no ordinary warrior. But Isla’s formidable appearance wasn’t what attracted Teyo’s curiosity.

‘Have I… seen him somewhere before?’

Teyo tilted his head inwardly. The young man wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. Teyo had always possessed a good eye for someone with excellent skills.

“How strange.’

But if Teyo didn’t remember the young man, he wouldn’t be a dangerous person. Teyo turned his...