"Yes, what was the reaction of the Overgeared King?”

The Saharan Empire, the castle of Sword Duke Limit.

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

The four swords that Limit deployed in the air devastated the field. It was the swordsmanship that he trained. Limit was confident that his swordsmanship transcended great swordsman Piaro and even Sword Saint Muller. But due to a lack of achievements, he couldn’t claim to be a legend or a sword saint. Mercedes kneeled in the rising dust and answered his question.

“He accepted.”

“Hah... He bowed?” Limit shook his head with surprise. He gazed with hollow eyes at the kneeling Mercedes.  "The rebel who faced a force of 100,000 troops alone accepted the imperious demands of the empire without protesting? He didn’t run wild?”

"Yes, he followed it very quietly. On the surface.”

“Is it different?”

"That's right. Grid is like a beast who can’t be tamed. He was kneeling, but couldn’t hide his sharp eyes.”

"Asmophel’s Eyes.”

‘Asmophel’s Eyes’ was widely used among the imperial knights. It meant the eyes were filled with enthusiasm...