Clang!

An intense sound of clashing metal resounded before anyone could react.

“…..!”

Surprise slowly flooded their eyes as everyone needed a brief moment to grasp the sudden situation. A knight from the Seyrod family had unscrupulously attacked Alan Pendragon’s unguarded back.

But Alan was safe, and Breeden’s long sword broke off and fell from the horse.

And the one who blocked and broke the sword…

“Hmm?”

“Gasp!”

The soldiers and the knights belonging to the two noble families showed an expression of astonishment. Their eyes were open wide with surprise and their jaws were hanging down. A small gust of wind brushed her hair, and the face that appeared was pure yet sexy.

Indifferent eyes gazed calmly under her long eyelashes and the jewels that were encrusted on her forehead, which added to the mysteriousness. But her most striking feature was the silver-white wings that sparkled under the sun. They spread out from behind her armor which resembled Alan Pendragon’s armor. And the object she carried was…

A sword. A sword made of light.

Wooong…

The sword of light emitting from the woman’s hand disappeared without any trace along with a sound similar to sweeping sand. But no one noticed the sword, as everyone’s eyes were fixated on the winged...