The young man finally showed a look of horror, but he had not yet thought of fleeing. Having lost seven or eight Buga people, he had no idea how he would explain it to the Sald Male Sorcerer. In his fury, he could only blame it all on Brando—he was obviously nothing but a mortal, yet he had refused to obediently wait for death.
He pulled an emerald wand from beneath his coat and angrily pointed it at Brando. "How dare you murder the noble Silver People!?"
Sir Rosben finally reacted. He rushed over, grabbed the young man's hand, and rasped, "Leave! Quickly!"
But the young man, his eyes bloodshot, nearly threw him off the horse with one hand. "Shut up, you useless fool who can do nothing right! You cowardly heretic! If you don't want to fight, then get lost!"
Sir Rosben retreated repeatedly with a grim expression. He gave the young man one last look, then finally made up his mind and turned to leave. He had not expected the young man to turn around and raise his wand at him. A beam of green light struck him squarely in the back.
Sir Rosben let out a terrible scream and fell from his horse, writhing in agony on the ground.
"Cowards don't deserve to live." The young man sneered cruelly.
Brando calmly watched the two men tear into each other from beginning to end.
"No one is born noble," Brando replied quietly. "People become noble through their actions."
At that moment, the dark clouds in the sky parted, and a golden radiance drifted over the square.
Brando stood right in the center of the square.
The people of Tonigell watched silently.
Su knelt behind the young lord, clutching her ankle, her face filled with confusion and disbelief.
She