Breaking the Other Side's Legend

This was an exceptionally magnificent palace.

The palace did not appear glittering or resplendent, yet its walls, floors, and ceilings all carried a metallic texture, making it seem like a white chalk fortress. It was not only grand, but solemn as well.

A middle-aged knight walked through one of the palace's corridors, his footsteps ringing clearly against the floor.

The middle-aged knight was not particularly burly and was even somewhat slight, yet the aura he exuded was immensely weighty, making his lean frame seem to swell several sizes.

A sword hung at his waist. Though it remained sheathed, judging by its shape, it appeared to be a Flame-Shaped Sword.

One hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist while the other swung lightly at his side. His strides were powerful and steady, and he carried himself like a general about to charge into battle.

Before long, the knight arrived at a room.

"You're here?"

The moment the knight entered, a voice sounded.

Looking closely, this appeared to be an office. Its interior was rather luxurious, but the most eye-catching feature was the long desk at the very back.

Countless sheets of parchment were piled atop the desk in stacks of documents, with quills, seals, ink, and other items scattered beside them.

A noble young master around thirty sat behind the desk handling documents. Seeing the middle-aged knight enter, he immediately stopped working and gave him a calm smile.

"What did you call me here for?"

The knight's tone was anything but polite as he looked at the noble young master before him, who was dressed extravagantly and possessed both outstanding looks and bearing.

Even though he knew the man before him had no simple identity and could even be called one of the most influential and esteemed