The glow of torches from a group of riders on horseback drew closer and closer. Once the distance was close enough, Galfredik roared into the night.

“Stop right there! I will fire if you come any closer!”

The horses came to a stop as the words rang loudly through the cold air of the night.

“Why are you chasing after us at night? Who are you? Reveal yourselves!”

“I am Marvel, knight of Evergrove! Are you Sir Galfredik?!”

“Ah, so it’s Sir Marvel. That’s right, it’s me, Galfredik. What’s going on?”

“I heard that you killed Sir Lugates under the pretext of a duel! Is that really something an honorable knight should do?”

“That’s right! And it was a secret duel as well, wasn’t it!? Did you intentionally make it as such as to kill Sir Lugates?” Another voice chimed in, and Galfredik shouted. 

“And this voice should belong to Sir McCullay. Hey! It’s true that I killed Lugates in a duel, but none of my actions were dishonorable.”

“I cannot trust your words! Why else would you leave the castle at night as if running away!”

“Because I knew you lot would come running. I would be at a loss to fight inside a lion’s den.”

“Hmph! Lies! It’s obvious that you were afraid. And why was Young Master Jevin so grief-stricken? Young Master Jevin is an honorable...