Slap!0

“You're calling that a report right now?!”0

Galahind struck the young butler hard across the face. The butler, staggering, straightened up and reported again.0

“It wasn't just a few soldiers saying it. Everyone gave the same testimony. Keter... He spread forty-four Aura Arrows like wings…”0

“Say something that actually makes sense!”0

Kicking the butler in the stomach, Galahind gestured to a nearby soldier to come closer.0

“You. You tell me. You were there, weren't you?”0

"Th-that is…”0

The middle-aged soldier glanced at the young butler writhing on the ground, clutching his stomach, and swallowed hard.0

The butler’s report had been completely accurate. It was exactly what he had witnessed: wings made of forty-four Aura Arrows. No one could move under Keter’s overwhelming presence, like rabbits frozen before a lion. It happened in broad daylight, on a busy avenue, with crowds watching. The soldiers had fled in shameful panic, screaming and scattering like dogs with their tails on fire.0

To make matters worse, Keter had even declared to Galahind, “I will never stop, and you must not stop either.”0

This was what the soldiers had seen; it was the undeniable truth witnessed by everyone.0

But Galahind could not accept that Keter, a lowborn bastard from the Lawless City of Absinthe, had obtained a recommendation from Gyro, the former Sword of the South. He could not believe that he had secured sponsorship from Minerva, the Shield of the East, to enter the Sword of the South Tournament as an independent participant. And now, he had the audacity to subdue Galahind’s soldiers with sheer presence and humiliate him!0

“K-K-Keter is…”0

The middle-aged soldier thought of his wife and children....0