"As for the strongest one, Gray Merchant..." Dox paused, threw back his head like a rooster, and rested his hand on the sword hilt at his waist. "Naturally, leave him to your Lord Red Sword!"
"..."
Wai looked at Dox, who was laughing at the sky, utterly speechless. "You just want to fight Gray Merchant, don't you?"
Dox said solemnly, "This isn't a matter of wanting to or not. This is a battle of destiny."
"A battle of destiny?" Kael beside him raised his head at Dox in confusion. Had Lord Red Sword met Gray Merchant before? Otherwise, where did this destiny come from?
Dox nodded deeply. "That's right. We were fated to have this battle."
Kael grew even more confused.
At that moment, Wai beside him prompted, "The Wheatfield Manifesto."
Kael froze for a moment, seemingly recalling something. "Lord Red Sword is a supporter of the Wheatfield Manifesto?"
Wai pursed his lips and nodded with some distaste.
Only then did Kael show a look of realization. "So that's it. No wonder Lord Red Sword called this a battle of destiny..."
Wai immediately mocked him. "He's just full of hot blood right now. Once he feels Gray Merchant is stronger than him, he'll probably chicken out at once."
While Wai and Kael were talking, Angel was left bewildered. He, too, did not understand why Dox called it a battle of destiny. He had thought Wai would explain, but after just one mention of the Wheatfield Manifesto, Kael had understood.
Yet Angel still did not understand the connection.
Angel was not someone who stubbornly clung to his pride. When it was time to learn, he was never ashamed to ask.
The moment Angel voiced his question, the Wise Sovereign beside him also looked over curiously. "The Wheatfield Manifesto—is that some oath