“…..”

Isla squinted his eyes. However, it was hard to focus on anything.

“Ah! He opened his eyes!”

He could hear someone shouting in a loud voice and his entire body throbbed. Soon, several people came stampeding to his sides.

“Are you all right?”

Recognizing the owner of the voice, Isla nodded while raising his body.

“No! You should not overexert yourself…”

Count Herreran hurriedly tried to dissuade him, then flinched. Isla had raised himself up without even the slightest change in expression.

“You should not overdo it yet. Get a few more days of rest, and…”

“How long has it been?”

“Hmm?”

“Since I’ve been down.”

Teyo quickly stepped forward to respond.

“It has been two days. Fortunately, the spirit did not flow backwards greatly, so your exalted self[1]  should be fine after a few days of rest.”

Isla gave a slight nod to Teyo’s reply. Then, he turned his head as he realized something was strange.

“But why are you speaking to me like that?”

“Is it not obvious? Valvas Cavaliers should show respect to the Knight King.”

Knight King.

Isla’s eyebrows twitched at the words. Soon after, images from before he lost consciousness began to resurface one by one. A band of lights and flurries of spear strikes had been manifested around the two of them, and Ortiz collapsed...