The knights of the Bydent family gathered together. 0

Arbold, who heard the full story from Jordic, whispered softly, “This is our chance. If we kill them all, we won’t have to pay him thirty thousand gold, and we can keep the secret about the beastfolk.”0

Jordic nodded in agreement.0

“I know, but so does that guy. But I can’t figure out what he’s plotting.”0

They didn’t know about Luke, but Keter surely wasn’t a fool. He was a con artist among con artists. His archery might have seemed mediocre, but his silver tongue was dangerously sharp.0

“Whatever he’s plotting, he’s still just an archer. He can’t beat us.”0

“Mm.”0

Jordic agreed with that statement. A spear was stronger than a bow—no, stronger than a sword. He believed without doubt that the spear was the strongest weapon in the world. Yet, the uneasy feeling gnawing at him made him hesitate.1

That crazy guy seemed more skilled in hand-to-hand combat than archery.0

Jordic couldn't deny that martial arts could be powerful if it reached its peak, but he didn’t feel that Keter had reached that peak. Keter’s martial arts were not organized like a knight; it was crude and sly like an undignified mercenary. 0

Jordic believed that Keter did not stand a chance against the Bydent’s spearmanship with martial arts or archery like that; he was certain Keter would never be able to defeat the knights of the Bydent family. It was an obvious fact that needed no thinking. 0

Am I underestimating you? Or...0