Chapter 145: The Knight Dislikes Love Triangles (4)
The duke—no, Blake—had lived over fifty years without anyone ever speaking to him so bluntly, let alone delivering such “audacity” to his face.
And for good reason. Blake was the legitimate son of the late king, hailed as the greatest conquering monarch since the founding King of Pendragon, the Knight King. He was often called the Warlord King, the embodiment of martial excellence, and a master of statecraft.
Blessed as if by a dragon’s favor, his countless talents surpassed those of any tutor who attempted to teach him. It was said that no teacher lasted more than two weeks before Blake’s intellect outstripped their own.
Even when his succession rights were stripped following his acceptance of the Cursed Sword, the Warlord King himself had reportedly shown rare signs of despair. That alone was a testament to how remarkable a ruler Blake could have been.
Yet, even though he never ascended to the throne, Blake’s achievements as the "Lord of Galahad" were nothing short of extraordinary.
He demonstrated what it meant to be perfect, growing the Galahad family’s power and wealth by over thirtyfold.
Politics? Mastered.
Swordsmanship? Unmatched.
Commerce? Dominated.
Blake excelled in every field, and his name became synonymous with the Galahad family. No one in the kingdom, not even the current monarch, dared to belittle him.
His presence was overwhelming, his abilities exceptional, and no one could look him in the eye without feeling dwarfed.
...And yet.