“Will you let this injustice continue, good sir?!”0

“Hasn't this situation already crossed the line?”0

Knight Wellinger frowned slightly while listening to the complaints of his fellow Knights.0

“Yes, this nonsense has gone too far, Knight Wellinger.”0

“What are we even doing here? Because we didn't sign up to become the Master's loyal dogs who only obey his commands!”0

Knight Wellinger felt stinging sensations around his eyes. He fiercely rubbed his eye sockets and the bridge of his nose before addressing the other Knights.0

“Yes, I am aware of what you are all saying, my good sirs.”0

The Master of the Round Table was currently ruling the organization like a tyrant. What an ironic turn of events that was.0

‘Indeed, that Master really is now a…’0

Wellinger respected the Master. No, maybe it was more correct to say he held the Master in high regard.0

The Master fully deserved such respect and praise, though. Despite wielding so much power, he didn't abuse it. Even though he had plenty of opportunities to satisfy his greed, he never acted upon it.0

He could have favored his own country but still willingly took on losses for the sake of the greater good. He was the kind of man who prioritized maintaining the balance rather than focusing on securing benefits.0

How could Wellinger not respect such an honorable man?0

But the current Master wasn't like that.0

“The Master is cutting off more of our hands and feet even as we speak!”0

“Yes! Knight Wellinger, sir! If we let this go on, in a few months, we will have lost all of our...0