Silence dominated the hall, and not a single person found themself able to say a single word.

There was only one person who could speak.

“Like I said, a fake Knight.”

He was the one who had caused the silence in the first place.

Lee Jun-Kyeong.

He had stopped Lancelot’s charge with Muspel’s Spear.

It wasn’t that he had shown any impressive shows of strength. All he had done was stop Lancelot’s lance in place.

Nevertheless, Lancelot couldn’t move.

Drip.

Sweat trickled down from his forehead.

‘I can't move.’

Although Lancelot was clearly flustered by his charge being stopped by Lee Jun-Kyeong’s spear, as expected of an experienced Hunter, he quickly tried to recover his lance to attack his opponent again.

However, he still couldn’t move.

No matter how hard he tried, it was as if his legs had been nailed to the ground.

Tremble.

It didn’t matter how much effort he put into it. His lance wouldn’t move.

It was at that time.

“It would be greatly appreciated if we could just end this now,” said someone with an elegant and graceful manner of speaking.

It was one of the people who had been watching all of what had transpired with their arms folded.

“They call me Gawain.”

Gawain.

He, like Lancelot, the Knight of the Deathblow, also had a nickname.

‘The Knight of the Green.’

Unlike his graceful mannerisms and elegant tone, he was a horrifying...