“Are you okay, Duke Jerata?” A black magician holding an impressive staff with a fist-sized skull at the end blocked the way between Duke Jerata and Lebron.

After taking a few deep breaths, Duke Jerata smiled at the black magician. “I am okay thanks to you.”

“I don’t know how long we can hold out so you should leave quickly. I think we should give up Franc.”

This was the worst. The Knights of Keon were a group of monsters that even the black magicians found hard to deal with. No, the black magicians had to struggle just to survive. That’s how monstrous the Knights of Keon were.

“Understood. The cleanup is over, so I can give it up.” Duke Jerata accepted the black magician’s suggestion without much of a fuss. It was because he thought he might die if he hesitated.

“I will see you there.” Duke Jerata took out a piece of paper and tore it. A blue light enveloped his body, just like when he appeared.

“I thought you were a toothless tiger... I guess you were hiding your claws.” The black magician pointed his staff at Lebron.

“Hiding my claws... That is what I want to say. You joined forces with the nobles and survived...