Chapter 3: Sweeping Away (2)
It was as though every palace knight had emerged.
A middle-aged knight, ostensibly the eldest among a contingent of about ten, stepped forth, his voice echoing out toward Zion.
Knight Wolfent Beer, the man responsible for the Imperial Palace's defense.
His countenance was a tangled mess of bewilderment and fury.
"How could you... Why would you murder Alec?"
He remained skeptical until one of his fellow knights came forward with the report.
Prince Zion of Agnes, the master of this palace, was known for his delicate constitution.
Consequently, he couldn't even undertake physical training, let alone make attainments in 'Astral', the imperial family's ability.
It was utterly unbelievable that such a frail prince would have brutally ended a knight—a virtual weapon of war—with his bare hands.