Farrell... hadn't he already left the island prison? Why had he suddenly appeared here?
Gareth, who had witnessed the power of this strongest knight from a century ago, quickly recovered from his shock. At the same time, a huge question mark surfaced in his mind.
The wound from being stabbed in the back still hurt terribly. But with a body tempered beyond human limits, he was still able to control the muscles around it and forcibly close the wound... As for his internal organs, there was nothing he could do for now. He could only endure it.
He pressed both hands against the sword hilt and pushed himself upright. Then, enduring the pain that left his mind blank, he forcibly pulled the sword from the ground.
"Last night, I was truly in your care... Mr. Farrell."
The sword tip rose and pointed at Farrell in front of him, but it wavered unsteadily at the same time. Gareth's face was filled with solemnity.
"Your swordsmanship isn't much to speak of," Farrell said calmly. "But your fighting spirit is commendable."
"This might be... an evaluation I can feel happy about." Gareth revealed a smile that was not too ugly. He secretly calculated how long he could hold out against the other man in his current condition.
One second, two seconds... or three?
To Gareth's surprise, Farrell did not attack him next. Instead, he walked over to Simpton, who had fallen.
The moment he passed by Gareth, this young and promising Twelve Knight secretly breathed a sigh of relief... Yes, he truly felt relieved.
Gareth suddenly shuddered and turned around. Farrell had already walked up to Simpton and bent down to pick up the Demon Sword from the ground.
Another astonishing thing happened... When Farrell grabbed the hilt of the Demon Sword and