“Annabelle, did you get the knight order involved this time because of this boy?” Dilmond asked Anya.

Anya hesitated for a little, but soon nodded her head.

“To be honest, most of the opposition to your decision was from me. Not only because Sir Ras’ condition hasn’t been good, but also because the Church’s attention is focused on us due to the commotion in the southern area.”

“Sir Dilmond, I…”

“I don’t completely trust your decision or this boy just yet. But I can guess the reason why you decided to bet on this boy.”

Anya was still confused.

Meanwhile, neither she nor Juan seemed to want to explain themselves to Dilmond.

“Sir Ras is asleep at the moment. It would be better to meet him tomorrow as you won’t be able to talk to him today even if you paid him a visit. We will be staying above ground to keep our eyes on the White Crows,” Dilmond said.

Anya nodded and led Juan and Heretia to the underground hideout.

As Dilmond stared at their backs until they disappeared from his sight, the knight next to him suddenly asked a question.

“Sir, do you know that kid?”

“No, I’ve never met him before,” Dilmond answered.

“Then why…?”

“Because he reminded me of His Majesty for a second; His Majesty also had black hair and used a flaming sword. Although it's been a long time and I might be misremembering, I think the way His Majesty used to talk was also quite similar to that kid’s. His Majesty didn’t care for formalities when...