Everyone was stunned by the current situation. The Steelwall heir had flown across the room from someone’s kick. They couldn’t believe what had happened even after witnessing it in person. The knights in charge of guarding Greig felt this even more so and were horrified to see a random assailant attack the person they were supposed to protect. Perhaps, this was what it meant to feel shivers down one’s spine. In addition to shock, worries about what they would face from this incident weighed heavily upon their hearts. They had failed to do their jobs, and there would be consequences. Fear about the future heightened one of the knight’s rages, and he grabbed his sword.

“You bastard…!” Without even thinking of checking to see who his opponent really was, the knight moved to slice his opponent.

Slap! The knight's sword stopped moving halfway out. Zich was now holding the hilt, blocking it from leaving the sheath.

‘When did he…?’ The knight felt shivers in his bones for a different reason now. His opponent had approached him in an instant and blocked his sword; it was clear this was a formidable opponent. Now that the knight thought about it, even though he had paid less attention...