Conclusion

The burly man’s laughter alone shook the earth so intensely that the young nobles and the Joseph guards lost balance, collapsing one after the other. 

A sinister look flashed on the man’s face, as he brandished the longsword in his right hand to slash unbelievably smoothly at Faulk’s knee. The boy’s right leg was cut off, just like that.

The only thing Faulk noticed at first was a peculiar hollow feeling coming from his knee, but that was followed by an overwhelming pain that immediately drowned out his consciousness. He screamed out in pain, blood spurting out from his knee like a waterfall. Richard, who was still below him, was drenched.

The burly man turned his head to look at the powerful and unrestrained woman, “You don’t need to dirty your hands for a small matter like this, Alice. I’ll handle the trouble from here; you just conquered a big territory, and are still fatigued.”

Indeed, this...