Federique couldn’t comprehend the words of the knight, but he could deduce the knight’s intention.

It was either a glaring mockery or an open provocation.

He was a daywalker and the only child of Duke Helmond, the ruler of the Helmond Clan, who was allowed to carry the last name of Helmond. Even so, he couldn’t even think to react with anger. The opponent was unaffected by his fear, which meant…

“Wa…”

“Then I’ll take the initiative! I’ll shove my mace down your mouth and up your ass! Kuwuuuuugh!”

Kwaaaaaah!

Federique’s eyes filled with shock. If his own fear could be compared to a river’s torrent, the fear he was facing was like a tsunami of immeasurable size.

‘I have to avoid it!’

His instincts warned him, but Federique was rendered immobile by Galfredik’s fear. He couldn’t budge. However, he was able to incite his own fear thanks to his desire for survival.

Boom!

One of Galfredik’s maces hurled through the air toward Federique’s head with a shockwave. However, just before the terrible weapon was about to make contact with Federique’s helmet, Federique’s head suddenly transformed into black smoke.

Tang!

The ownerless helmet was crushed and tossed away. Federique’s armor and clothes fell off the side of his saddle.

“Huh?” Galfredik muttered...