Knight!
An Official Knight!
A knight who had condensed a Life Seed had undergone a leap in the very essence of life compared to an ordinary person.
They were no longer the same kind of being as ordinary people.
Their strength rivaled that of lions and bears, their speed was no less than that of leopards and tigers, and their agility was like that of eagles and falcons soaring through the sky.
Once clad in armor, a knight was an unstoppable force on the battlefield.
"Matthew!"
Seeing who had arrived, Jacqueline's hands clenched instinctively. Grief and helplessness filled her eyes.
Matthew, captain of the City Guard's Seventh Squad.
He was also the one who had killed the leader of the Whisperers of the Wind.
Many of her companions and comrades had died at his hands. Only those who knelt and submitted, as she had, were allowed to live.
"Karl's finished!"
The moment Matthew appeared, they all guessed how things would end. Dunlop shook his head regretfully.
"What a shame!"
If Karl hadn't been so impulsive, they might have supported each other as they scouted ahead. But it was too late now.
A flash of steel appeared.
The heavy scimitar swept through the air in a graceful arc, slashing toward Karl.
"Clang..."
The weapons collided.
The scene fell abruptly silent.
Jacqueline, who had been wearing a cold expression, suddenly tensed. Her lifeless, vacant eyes blazed with disbelief.
The onlookers, whose eyes had been as dead as still water, seemed to find a spark of life. Ripples stirred in their gazes.
For the first time, an emotion called hope appeared!
What they saw was beyond anyone's expectations.
"A knight?"
Karl held his greatsword, his body slightly bent, the blade braced firmly against the scimitar. He hadn't even stepped back.
"Is that all?"