That sharp intake of breath was filled with astonishment and fear.
And as Arthur approached, the members of the convoy involuntarily backed away.
It was not that they were cowards-in fact, none of those Edwin had chosen to join the convoy were cowards.
They were all seasoned fighters who had seen blood.
Any one of them would have been considered elite in an ordinary trading company.
They were also among the first cornerstones upon which the Lady of the Long Night's formidable reputation had been built.
Yet seeing Arthur kill over a hundred people with a single sword strike, they still could not hide their fear. It was simply a living creature's instinct when confronted with someone stronger.
A moment later, when the convoy members came to their senses, they stopped in place. The astonishment and fear in their eyes as they looked at Arthur vanished, leaving only...
Reverence!
As Arthur passed them, the convoy members instinctively took a step back, then lowered their heads and bowed.
With each step Arthur took, they adjusted their posture slightly, keeping themselves facing him.
Every member of the convoy did this. Not one dared step out of line.
Because-
The rule written as "power" and read as "the strong" held sway over them.
Even Edwin, their leader, was no exception.
The coachman Edwin seemed to have lost his wits, muttering to himself.
"Death’s Song: Flower Heaven, Wild Bones, Sever?!"
"So this is the Creados family's core mystic art?!"
When Arthur reached him, the coachman immediately bowed.
"Your might has truly opened my eyes...
I never imagined the Creados family possessed such a legacy!"
As Malinda's coachman, Edwin could certainly be called worldly and knowledgeable.
He had witnessed many mystic arts, some of which could rightly be described as "heavenly might." But every such