“He’s pretty good for his age.”

In a secret room on the second floor of the banquet hall, Count Sagunda spoke as he slightly tipped his wine glass. He was laughing even though he had just been insulted by a brat, who was not even a quarter of his age.

“What about you. What is your opinion of him?”

“He might be smart, but he seems like a typical young noble who believes in status and power. A worm, maybe a snake at best. I’ve roused up my killing intent twice, and he avoided my eyes on both instances,” Vincent replied politely.

“Is that so? If that’s what you think of him, then it must be true.”

Count Sagunda nodded at the words of the knight whom he trusted. He hadn’t seen many superior to Vincent Ron in using the blade, both soldiers and mercenaries. If that was the case in the port of Leus, where knights, mercenaries, and even pirates gathered, then it pretty much applied to the rest of the empire as well.

Besides, Vincent was intelligent and cool-headed, which allowed him to carry out all his tasks flawlessly. That was why he had become one of Count Sagunda’s closest aid in the two short years they had known each other.

“What about if you compare him to that guy in the port’s dumps? In terms of this.”

Sagunda tapped on his decorative sword as...