Arthur knew how proud Jimte and Carral were.
But when he saw Jimte and Carral kneel on one knee, he realized he had still underestimated their pride.
No way! No way!
You two don't actually think I came here for you, do you?
And that I went to all this trouble laying plans just for you?
Arthur grumbled inwardly, but his gaze remained calm.
He seemed to have anticipated everything.
Jimte and Carral could not see it clearly, but they could vaguely sense it-with Arthur above them, both men knelt on one knee, heads bowed, their right fists pressed against their hearts.
"I, Jimte Novia, swear upon 'One's Own Name,' with my bloodline as my glory, and pledge to the man before me, Arthur Credos, that I shall be loyal and fearless, fighting until death-honor is my life!"
"I, Carral Einhaas, swear upon the 'Twin Sword Banner,' with my bloodline as my honor, and pledge to the man before me, Arthur Credos, that I shall be loyal and fearless, fighting until death-honor is my life!"
Compared with Wiggins's rather haphazard 'Lionheart Salute,'
the noble-born Jimte and Carral performed it with utmost formality, leaving nothing out.
Because-
their oaths were spoken in [Ei a].
Immediately, [spirituality] stirred.
Lights representing the two men's spirituality appeared before Arthur.
Arthur did not straighten up.
"I look forward to it!"
As the young 'Medium' spoke, two longswords flew out of the [Athos Box]-Arthur had collected quite a few weapons during the earlier battle on Moon Street, and these two were among the better ones, making them perfect for the situation at hand.
A knight pledged his service.
His lord bestowed a reward.
The pact was sealed.
That was the natural order of things.
Since Jimte and Carral had sworn their oaths, Arthur had to respond.