"Hahaha! I thought my eye for people was impeccable, but I suppose I was wrong. My eyes are no different than a rotten pollock's eye!"

Yu-Seong wasn't quite sure if Count Monte was joking or not, but the knights, soldiers, and mercenaries around them burst into uproarious laughter.

"Thank you, sir. You saved me from falling down in shame,” said Kyron.

Kyron gave Yu-Seong a light greeting while firmly standing on the ground with his own feet. It was only natural, since he was not broken or injured anywhere. He had only almost lost his balance due to a strong shock.

Afterwards, Count Monte approached Yu-Seong with quick steps. With a gleam in his eyes he asked, "Foreigner, where did you come from?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean the country or tribe. Or are you a nomad?"

"Oh, no. I came from a country called the Republic of Korea."

"The Republic of Korea! I may not know much about your people, but if someone like you was born there, I can say that it is a land of courageous and honorable warriors who know combat and honor. I’ll never forget that. I’ll always remember that!"

Upon hearing Count Monte's words, Yu-Seong made...