"How did you know?"
Annan hadn't expected to be recognized outright.
"Word has spread that Knight Delatorre and Lord Naven witnessed Annan Reeves's knighting ceremony."
So the Holy Grail Knights hadn't faded away yet. They still had ways to share information.
"But how can you prove it?"
"Do I need to?"
Annan gestured at their wounds. They were already in such a miserable state. Why would he bother deceiving them?
"Who knows what the Betrayer is planning now?" the knight's Retainer refused to budge.
Annan thought he had a point. He turned to Maria. "Bring the Court Director here."
While they waited, Annan took out his Spellbook. He cast blessings and healing magic on them first, then tore open several Magic Scrolls.
The knight's Retainers were both lucky and unlucky. Attempting to assassinate the King was a grave crime, so no one dared let them die. The price was that they had been subjected to countless tortures in an effort to make them talk.
"I believe half of it now," said a Retainer who had regained some strength.
"Which half?"
"That Annan is a Squib who can't cast any other spells."
Creak—
Annan's grip tightened around the leather Magic Scroll.
"Do a lot of people say that?"
Squib was another term that had come from Annan Potter. It meant much the same thing as Mudblood.
"Anyone who knows a little about you does."
Forget it... It's true.
And what's wrong with being a Squib? Other Spellcasters might have general-purpose spells and Mage Hand, so they don't even have to lift a finger while sitting on the toilet. But I can summon Legendary and Epic allies to fight for me while I'm still an Elite. Can any other Spellcaster do that?
The Cell door stood wide open as Annan spoke with