Chapter 12: The Alpha’s Ambush
The Knights of Dustwall wanted to charge at the Mage and make him pay for humiliating them.
However...
The situation did not unfold in that manner. The leader of the Dustwall Knights kept his gaze lowered. They could be arrogant, but they were not foolish.
If that was a mere gesture from the Mage, what would a true spell be like? After all, he had not uttered any arcane words to summon the wind.
Their thoughts were correct, yet they erred on one point. That gust of wind was indeed a proper spell; Patrick simply did not need to speak to cast it.
Sera observed the three as if they were idiots. She was arrogant, certainly, but unlike these men, she knew the world. She understood when to be haughty and when to restrain herself.
She would never dream of facing a Steel-rank monster, let alone Elder Patrick.
"Listen to me, this is not a game. We must take our lives seriously; moreover, I am responsible for yours since you entered under my command. I will not allow you to act recklessly, for your own good."
Despite the behavior of the three Knights, Elder Patrick’s voice was not angry—far from it. It resembled that of an elder offering life advice to his grandchildren.
Though not old, Elder Patrick knew the world far better than the citizens of Dustwall.
The remaining Knights of Grimreach watched the scene without a word. After all, they were familiar with the terrifying power of Mages, especially Patrick. This was not their first mission with him.