The forest, which had been swept through by ten knights, was now desolate and silent. The cries of insects and the chirping of birds quietly echoed through the air. Then, a sudden movement broke the stillness.0

“Looks like they're definitely gone,” Taragon said as he dropped down from a branch.0

Anis rose from the bushes, replying, “I never imagined the training with Keter would help us this much.”0

At the time, they had thought their stealth training at the artificial mountain range of the Seventh Training Ground was only intended to strengthen their mental resilience. But now, that stealth training had saved them from a crisis.0

Of course, their stealth skills weren’t exceptional. However, the knights simply could not have imagined that the direct descendants of a master family would even attempt stealth techniques. Even if they had suspected it, it wouldn’t have been easy to find them. Detection and tracking were fields for specialists; all the knights could do was search for what they could see. 0

“They must have headed toward where we started. Let's move deeper into the island.”0

Anis was about to start moving, but Taragon remained still.0

“What is it?”0

“Anis, I think we should deal with them now.”0

“I understand your frustration. But right now, we have no bow or arrows. Using aura should be a last resort. Besides, it’s impossible to take down ten men quietly. Reinforcements would come.”0

“They came for us the moment the tournament started. Just because we slipped away for a moment doesn’t...0