“Who is it!? How dare you act like this? Do you know where you are!? Knights! What are you doing?” Count Elven shouted as the banquet hall quickly devolved into chaos. Although he never excelled as a knight, Count Elven was a seasoned politician and a young, passionate high lord. The knights and nobles quickly came to their senses at his words.

Shing!

In an instant, guards and knights pulled out their halberds and swords before surrounding the invader.

“Hmm! Sol.”

“Yeah.”

Under normal circumstances, Raven would have explained himself. However, given the dire nature of the situation, he jumped off the ground while emitting his spirit alongside Soldrake.

Shiick! Pupupuk!

He leaped off the ground like the wind before striking the weapons of the soldiers and knights surrounding him.

“Keugh!”

It wasn’t only the guards who lost their weapons, but powerful knights capable of handling the spirit.

Papapat!

“Huh?”

“Y, your Excellency!”

The intruder neutralized the soldiers and knights in the blink of an eye, then rushed towards the head table of the banquet. Surprised shouts and screams resonated throughout the hall.

“Hmm!”

Count Elven expressed his dismay as the figure rushed towards him...