Seeing Elro fly into a rage from humiliation, Old Pick suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Elro had been extremely famous in Beauclair over a decade ago. Back then, despite his young age, many had considered him a strong contender to become a future Grail Knight. More than ten years later, although his strength had failed to meet everyone's expectations and he had not become a legendary knight, his current abilities were still quite respectable.
At the very least, he had not completely squandered the reputation he once possessed. He still had a chance to become a legend.
If that were all, Old Pick would not have been so surprised. Old Pick was able to get by in the human world because he had something to rely on. At the very least, his own strength was not much weaker than Elro's.
Unfortunately, the reason this unbearably arrogant fellow dared to act so recklessly on Old Pick's turf was not merely because of his talent. More importantly, his family background meant that he had never regarded Old Pick as worthy of notice.
Hadn't this guy said he had not returned to Beauclair in over ten years? There was a reason for that. More than a decade ago, he had been even more arrogant than he was now, practically lawless.
But the heavens sent rain when people grew arrogant, and disaster followed those who became too wild. In the end, he caused a major disaster.
He had killed someone—and not just anyone. He had killed the first heir of a marquis! And it had been over a woman. No one knew which woman it had been anymore. In any case, in the end, he killed that love rival.
Even so, he had not paid with his life, because he had a good