He did not even need to use the power of laws. Relying on swordsmanship alone, he could make these people understand why he was the youngest Sword Saint in the kingdom.
"He's a Sword Saint!"
The noble knights finally reacted. Their legs began to weaken as they retreated. They were not fools, and naturally understood the true gap between themselves and a Sword Saint. How many Sword Saints did the vast Eluin have? As for noble knights like them, who merely idled their lives away, they were a dime a dozen.
Once the knights fled, the even less combat-capable attendants naturally could not hold their ground either, and began retreating one after another. When they regrouped, they had been a chaotic mess, but during their retreat, they became orderly instead, withdrawing like a receding tide with the air of seasoned veterans.
Some veterans were said to have been fleeing since the First Black Rose War. Those who had managed to survive until now through one crushing defeat after another might not have been anything special on the attack, but when it came to retreating, they were definitely masters.
The tower illusionists also realized that something was wrong on the front lines. A Salsard Wizard who had rushed over after hearing the news descended from the sky and blocked Brando's path. This Silver Person looked down at Brando with the reserved and proud expression unique to his kind. A mortal Sword Saint was considered a noteworthy figure in the mortal world, but before the Silver People, he was nothing. Among the Nasi and Shaked knights who served the Sasarld people, there were no shortage of beings comparable to Sword Saints.
Still, the other party's youth surprised him somewhat.
"A mortal genius," he said. "Among these insignificant insects, you may be considered