Those words were like ice water poured into boiling oil. Calvin froze for a moment, then laughed in fury.
"Ha ha ha... You think death lets you escape everything, lets you wipe the past clean with one stroke?!"
"Back then, all you cared about was that damned honor, holding it above your very life, stubbornly defending some illusory justice. Did you ever think that all I wanted was to run? To flee far, far away from that damned truth..."
"Arthur, you destroyed a coward's way out."
Arthur fell even more silent. The soul fire in his sockets flickered faintly as he struggled to think of who this powerful Knight before him was, and what justice he meant. Yet his mind was a blank slate; he could remember nothing.
Seeing him like this, the fury in Calvin's heart burned even more fiercely, nearly devouring his reason.
The bounty, the mission, the battlefield... all of it was cast to the back of his mind.
At this moment, all he could see was the man who had forgotten him. Only one primal, overwhelming thought remained in his mind—defeat him.
"You died, so stay dead! Why did you come back? Why did you have to appear before me again?!" Calvin roared. A whirlwind abruptly rose around him, and his Knight Sword, wrapped in violent wind pressure like a storm itself, unleashed an unending barrage upon Arthur.
[Gray Eagle Slash]
[Thorn Rapid Thrust]
His sword strikes were swift and vicious, every blow carrying the will to tear apart all things and the formidable power of an Elite Professional.
Arthur desperately parried with his spear wreathed in ghostly blue flames. His bones creaked beneath the violent impacts, and his steps retreated again and again.
He was confused. He felt as though he had forgotten something—some power