The farce ended.
Loa glanced at Clayde and said calmly, "I have something else to attend to, so I'll be leaving first, Your Majesty Clayde."
"Of course, of course." Clayde nodded hastily, adopting a very humble posture. "Please, go about your business, Mr. Loa. Do visit the royal household when you have time another day. Ultimately, I was partly at fault here as well. I hope you'll do me the honor of letting me make proper amends."
There was no way to keep today's events from the upper circles. He had charged straight out of the palace riding a magical beast; far too many people had seen him.
A sixteen-year-old Eighth-level Warrior-and according to Caesar's description, this young man had already comprehended force! His breakthrough to the Saint realm was practically guaranteed. Someone like that either had to be snuffed out in the cradle or left well alone. Now that he possessed genuine ninth-level fighting strength, how was Clayde supposed to fight him? Clayde knew perfectly well how he had reached the ninth level himself. As for hiring a Saint expert to ambush and kill Loa?
That would be sheer madness. With something like this having just happened, who wouldn't suspect him? Besides, could he summon a Saint expert just because he wanted one? Even if he could, the price would hurt terribly.
What was more, that temple knight had witnessed the entire scene. Loa might well turn around and become a high-ranking member of the Radiant Church, becoming Clayde's direct superior. That made offending him absolutely out of the question.
Loa nodded, neither accepting nor refusing.
Loa nodded, giving no definite response.
He turned and walked down the mountain.
As he passed the temple knight, the man suddenly spoke.
"Wait."
Loa stopped and looked at him.
The knight smiled,