"All right, the lord needs someone to accompany him to a banquet this time. I gave it serious thought and decided on you."
"Leave it to me, big brother."
Hebrew had thought it was some other troublesome matter. Since it was such a great opportunity, he agreed without a second thought.
"For the next few days, don't go to the Knight Order's headquarters. I'm preparing to give you some special training."
"Big brother, you can't do this, I—"
A giant crimson hand instantly pinned Hebrew to the ground, splitting off tiny tentacles to block his mouth.
Seeing his younger brother like this, Orlando revealed a satisfied smile. "Talk again once you can beat your big brother. For now, listen to me."
"Mmph, mmph, mmph!"
Seeing the inexplicable smile on his big brother's face, Hebrew felt that his carefree days were over.
Elsewhere, after discussing matters, Belder and the other eleven ultimately selected two Silver Knights: Doxius and Cassius, both Silver Intermediate and the two most skilled fighters among the twelve.
Over the coming days, the two would set aside their duties and devote themselves wholeheartedly to training, honing their skills.
At the same time, Belder and the others would also make time to spar with them.
To increase the difficulty, they used many-against-one battles. After all, neither of them could defeat the two in a one-on-one fight.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, October 1 arrived.
Velin rubbed his hands together, hoping that Guidance of Fate had not brought disaster-related news. Otherwise, he would have to worry again about how to solve another problem.
The ancient, enduring ones came silently, and they would also leave silently. No living being could discover them. Offer them gifts, and they would return the favor.
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