The moment the Lord charged into High Cliff Castle's temporary camp, its commanders rushed over, surrounding him as they walked toward the tent.
"Boss, you okay?" Zat shouted the moment he saw him.
"What could possibly happen to me?" Levi replied casually. "If these people hadn't been dragging me down, this Lord would've carved through their ranks three times over before pulling back."
The Holy Knights behind him looked pained and defeated. As if suffering a collective asthma attack, they each found a chair and collapsed into it. Hearing his words, they all had the good sense not to retort.
After all, dozens of them had failed to break through the surrounding Demons, yet a single man had accomplished it. They were simply too ashamed to say another word.
