According to the rules of the first event, the battle royale, participants were allowed to wear their armor as long as it wasn’t a level two or higher magic tool or an artifact. Every knight who entered the competition came wearing the best armor they could afford. Those of humble means wore steel armor reinforced with leather. The wealthy arrived wearing amantir or orichalcum, or even level one magic armor.0

And yet, what about Keter? He wore only thin cloth, fluttering in the wind. He had no other gear, no armor, no weapons—just barehanded. He even walked with his hands in his pockets, strolling along so casually that, to an unknowing onlooker, he might have looked like someone simply out for a walk.0

Rustle!0

From either side of the bushes beside him, four knights burst out in perfect sync—each a two-star knight whose strength would seem superhuman to ordinary people. But the moment Keter pulled his hands out of his pock...0