Don't Call Me That, Mad Dog

"Stop!"

When Riezel and his group arrived at the gates of Sorok's palace, several knights immediately blocked their way.

These knights, like those stationed outside Liz's chambers, all wore True Swordsman Medals.

But...

"Hm?"

Riezel, whose path had been blocked, raised his eyes and glanced at the knights.

"...!"

The knights immediately felt a chill in their hearts, as though disaster were about to strike.

Naturally, they knew why.

Who was this young man before them?

The youngest Sword Saint in the history of the Ginas Kingdom—indeed, perhaps the youngest Sword Saint in the history of the entire continent.

And they were trying to stop a Sword Saint. Was that not courting disaster?

Yet duty compelled them. The knights could only brace themselves under Riezel's gaze and refuse to step aside.

"Up ahead are the chambers of His Highness Third Prince Sorok Ginas. We ask that you not trespass, my lords."

The Knight Captain at the front respectfully bowed to Riezel, Eulalie, and Liz.

"We came to visit His Highness Sorok." Riezel spoke blandly. "Please step aside."

"Th-this..." The Knight Captain hesitated. "His Highness Sorok is currently recuperating and is not in any state to receive visitors."

"It's fine." Riezel smiled soundlessly, then said to the Knight Captain in an unreadable tone, "I happen to be a mage as well, one who has learned recovery magic. This is the perfect opportunity for me to take a look at His Highness's injuries."

The Knight Captain believed only half of that.

Everyone in the kingdom knew that the Lightning Sword Saint was not only a Swordsman, but also a mage.

The Knight Captain believed that Riezel knew recovery magic as well.

But if Riezel claimed he had come to examine Sorok's injuries, the Knight Captain could not possibly believe him.

He did