Chapter 1110. Squashing (5)
“Well, well. Goodness me. Calm down, Sir Wellinger,” said the Master.
Despite Wellinger’s clear hostility, the Master didn’t get agitated or flustered. Why would he lose his cool, though? When he held the only ‘weapon’ in this place?
This weapon happened to be the most dangerous demonic sword boasting unparalleled sharpness. As a matter of fact, it was so dangerous that incorrect handling could even result in him getting beheaded, instead!
However, at least in this moment, that demonic sword was pointing at the other Knights. As such, the Master had nothing to fear.
“Losing your cool won’t solve anything, Wellinger,” the Master said, his attitude that of a parent gently chiding his young child.
Wellinger sighed deeply. “Master.”
“Yes, you may speak, Sir Wellinger.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“...Hmm?”
Wellinger stared straight into the Master’s eyes. “I respected you once upon a time, sir. I never doubted your dedication to lead the Round Table into the righteous path. And that is what motivated me to try my best as the Knight of the Round Table.”
“I see. Yes, you certainly have.”