As one of the groomsmen, Moongrum had long been rubbing his hands in anticipation, his eyes shining. This was the perfect chance to clear his name and show the queen and all those important figures the mettle of a Caria Knight!
He was just about to step forward-
"Moongrum~" A cloyingly sweet voice rang out, sending a chill down his spine.
Mylithil had come up behind him at some point. Gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, she murmured ominously into his ear:
"As Duke Horace's groomsman, how rude it would be to jump into a fight at his wedding~ Just be good and stand here, and fulfill your duties as a groomsman~"
Moongrum said, "...I!" He tried to argue.
Mylithil blinked and looked toward Queen Rennala.
Rennala was smiling as she conversed with Marika. She seemed to glance casually their way, then gave a slight nod.
The queen's tacit approval of Mylithil's actions doused Moongrum's fighting spirit like a bucket of cold water.
He could only watch helplessly as Mylithil cheerfully charged toward a Crucible Knight, greatsword in hand, calling out, "Mylithil, Caria Knight! Let me learn from you!"
Dressed in his restrictive formalwear, Moongrum tightened his grip on his sword hilt, loosened it, then tightened it again, roaring inwardly, I can't accept this!
In the dueling grounds, things were so lively that they even went somewhat beyond the usual bounds.
The fine gentlemen of Leyndell soon discovered just how helpless they were against the Inquisitor Knights.
Their heavy, powerful slashes were firmly blocked by those enormous tower shields, the recoil leaving their arms numb.
What made them question everything even more was that, with the weight of that heavy plate armor and those massive shields, an ordinary person would struggle even to turn, let alone run.
Yet these