Mosreid naturally recognized Cresto!
Among the older generation's three outstanding figures and five powerhouses of the Empire of Fars, he, Cresto, and Midafis were all counted among the five powerhouses.
Now, twenty or thirty years had passed. Each of the five powerhouses had made progress, but Cresto and Midafis were younger and had advanced even faster, both entering the Twenty-third Order. Grand Duke Robin, Duke Mosreid, and Grand Duchess Mesu were older and had fallen behind, all remaining powerful Twenty-second Order Saint Ranks!
Cresto was known as the Mountain of Light!
He was a genuine Radiant Knight!
He was utterly loyal to the old king. As the commander of the Royal Knight Regiment, he also held tremendous power and status, his position not even below that of Count Galanod, the Minister of War.
If Julius Axel had not been killed, and the main force of the Royal Knight Regiment had not been transferred away, Kratos would never have defected to Charlotte merely because he urgently needed someone to support the royal restoration and believed it would only be a temporary allegiance.
Charlotte was not qualified to accept the allegiance of such a major figure in the first place.
But after Count Brittany ascended the throne, Charlotte had leaped into the position of Count Mecklen. Kratos could only silently accept the result. After all, once Old Count Brittany took the throne, he would never reorganize the Royal Knight Regiment that belonged to Axel.
Kratos raised his sword high, strange radiance blooming from his body and shooting into the sky!
Mosreid was terrified out of his wits. How could he possibly fail to recognize Mountain of Light Kratos's ultimate move—Sigh of the Radiant God!
In the entire Old Continent, Kratos was the only Radiant Knight capable of using this move!
Mosreid could