Compared with those friends in Avalon who lived in a peaceful world, these experienced Transcendents really were all remarkably capable...
Iver sighed inwardly.
No wonder Avalon had fallen apart at the slightest touch in the original historical timeline.
They were both Fourth Level, but the Arbitrators of the Arbitration Hall might never have fought a serious battle until retirement. The moment they advanced, they received weapons forged by elven craftsmen, armor made by the royal family and blessed with the power of authority, griffins capable of high-speed maneuvering at cruising speeds exceeding twice the speed of sound, and companions numbering more than several dozen whom they could summon at any time and place... Even if they were injured, they could immediately find a healer of bishop or archbishop rank to treat their wounds. If they truly could not win, they could instantly summon a Fifth Level leader to deal with the powerful enemy.
With such an extravagant setup, they only ever fought easy battles. Since Avalon was founded, the Arbitrators had never fought an evenly matched, difficult battle—after all, their profession was "Arbitrator."
These people were also Fourth Level, yet every one of them was highly experienced.
Iver had not arranged any tactics at all. They did not know one another well enough, and it was even less likely that they knew the enemy's abilities and mechanisms. Yet by relying on observation alone, they had identified their own tasks in an extremely short time.
They had also coordinated perfectly without causing any interference—which was actually the most difficult part. Almost everyone had played the three-legged race. Compared with the theoretically possible "cooperation," not obstructing one another, accidentally injuring no one, and not affecting one's teammates was the hardest part.
Especially this monk... Was this what a protector of the practical