-Isn’t it still worth it to put up a fight?

‘.....’

-I can burn the flying arrows.

Mazdari thought what the spirit of Demonic Magic was saying was somewhat reasonable. However, he could neither kill all the soldiers lining up along the riverside nor get rid of them.

‘I would only be venting my anger.’

Additionally, Mazdari couldn’t help but notice the overly decorated Troll knight riding on top of the Elk in the back. The armor itself prioritized practicality, and the Troll wore a helmet that covered their face. However, the droplet-shaped shield hanging down the Elk’s side had a familiar crest drawn on it.

‘If that’s the pattern I know, it might be better to surrender.’

Mazdari raised both his arms, got on his knees, and said, “I surrender.”

He took off his belt and slowly put down the bag on his back. One of the soldiers came up to him and took the belt, the vials and sword attached to the belt, and the bag.

Mazdari stared at the soldier before looking up.

“But I’m still a dangerous man without those things. Do you think you’ll be alright?”

At those words, the Elk Knight who had caught Mazdari’s attention slowly rode up to him.

A low voice came from under the helmet.

“There’s no smaller threat than those who claim to be one.”

“Do you think I’m bluffing? I could...