Chapter 38: Black octagonal knight’s cap (1)
...In truth, Ihan didn’t have to accept that duel.
Why, you ask?
‘Because there’s nothing to gain from it.’
There was no advantage in accepting that proposal. More than anything,
‘What am I supposed to do with beings who aren’t even fully human yet?’
Young masters, saplings, chicks.
To him, these cadets were as fragile as small animals, with a long way yet to go.
‘There are a few who are better than your average knight, though.’
The descendants of the Barbarian and the Sword Clan, the disciple of the Mercenary King, and even our regressor.
Those ones are on a different level. Only they stand out; the others are severely lacking. To make an extreme comparison, it’s like eagles versus mice.
‘Are they even people if they’re weaker than the drill instructor?’
Ironically, the strongest among them, aside from those four, was Damien Follett. Ihan’s cadet of three years (slave). If the others were mice, then that one was at least a cat.