‘What a stupid bastard.’0

Besley was walking through a dim corridor with a stiffened face.0

Most of the Knights of the Round Table were shocked by what they had experienced to the point of being unable to stand up under their own steam. However, Besley and his clique still managed to hold onto some semblance of calmness through all that madness.2

Was it because Besley’s heart was unshakable? Of course not!0

The only reason he still maintained some level of human-like facade was solely because Kang Jin-Ho’s fury was never directed his way.1

If that devil had placed Besley under the same level of pressure as what Wellinger had experienced… He would also have crumbled and morphed into a madman who didn't recognize himself.0

That was why Besley couldn't bring himself to mock Wellinger. But when it was about his fellow Knight's poor judgment, he could certainly do that.0

Why did that idiot still try to fight when the end result was so obvious?0

How could Wellinger not know something as simple as “knowing how to put oneself in another's shoes?”0

The Knights were too full of themselves. They put too much faith in their martial prowess. Worse still, their sky-high confidence wasn’t limited to their physical might, either!0

However, their attitude was understandable.0

What if Knights like Leveaux, Wiggins, and Wellinger hadn’t mastered...0