“What a bunch of morons..." Elena coldly muttered in disapproval while watching the Yeongnam Group elders charging straight at Wiggins. It was like watching moths flocking toward a bonfire on a late Summer evening. “What do they think knights are?”0

Elena wasn't saying this because the knight in question was her father. No, even if it wasn't Wiggins but some other knight of the Round Table, her evaluation would not change. That was how scarily otherworldly a knight's martial prowess was. However, anyone with a functioning brain would have figured that out for themselves.0

...As long as they understood the apparent contradiction of the Round Table, that was.0

The knights of the Round Table were supposed to be equals. The Master did possess the authority to mediate, but other than that? He didn't have the power to override other knights. On the surface, this arrangement seemed perfectly democratic and fair. However, the truth beneath the surface was anything but that.0

Each knight represented their mother nation. They didn't discuss their opinions with their compatriots nor allowed someone to assist them. They were the sole voice of that nation, in other words. Just them alone!0

Even on the surface world, presidents and premiers couldn't act as the sole representative of their respective nations and their positions. Even the kings and emperors had to be mindful of their retainers and their opinions. Any leader attempting to do everything their way was painted as a tyrant and dictator or recorded in history...0