Chapter 9 Chivalry (2)
Seeing the Dullahan dismount from his horse, Leon felt his assumption had been correct.
"Indeed, a knight of honor."
Leon summoned a sword into the air. It was an old iron sword, but one that radiated strength.
He wore no armor. After countless wars, the armor forged for him by Heto, the god of iron and blacksmiths, had long since been broken.
Looking at the Dullahan gripping his massive sword with one hand while cradling his own head at his waist, Leon offered a word of courtesy.
"You may set your head down. Surely your swordsmanship was once two-handed. To wield your blade with only one hand would make this no true duel."
"...Your Majesty."
It was Hari, approaching cautiously.
"What is it?"
"The... Dullahan... it won't die unless its head is severed."
"And?"