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The girls who had been chatting stopped in their tracks. As they looked at the group blocking their way, every expression vanished from their faces.
The people who had suddenly poured out from the side to block the girls' path were dressed in armor, with knight swords at their waists. They were clearly members of a Knight Order.
There were around twenty of these knights, each of them seemingly over thirty years old. Their auras flickered in and out of sight, making it obvious at a glance that they were not people to be trifled with.
There were eighteen Seventh Order Peaks!
The remaining two stood to Darachi's left and right. They were older than the other knights, seemingly already middle-aged at a glance.
Their auras were steadier and more concealed, and a sharp glint occasionally flashed through their eyes. Clearly, they were far stronger than the rest.
These two middle-aged knights were indeed of a higher level than the others, approximately between levels 70 and 72. They had reached the Eighth Order!
As for Darachi, the girls could not even be bothered to spare him a glance. He was nothing but trash.
Of course, the less the girls looked at Darachi, the more he assumed they did not dare meet his eyes because they feared offending him. It was practically the same as when he used to bully others—a familiar routine that always played out.
Thus, Darachi became even more brazen as his feverish gaze swept over the girls. Especially when his eyes passed over Ikaros and Yuzuru's prominently raised chests, the fervor