Chapter 43: Just Take One Hit, You Little Punk (3)
Arbold, who returned to the village hall with the commander of the Order of the Silver Leopard, frowned as soon as he entered.
“Where’s Keter?”
Arbold, not wanting to risk anything going wrong, was on edge.
“Look at you, badmouthing me as soon as I’m not here.”
Keter emerged from a side door leading to the basement, and he wasn’t alone—he had brought Luke with him. Arbold couldn't hide his irritation. He had said that Luke had been imprisoned as he was being uncooperative. Now, with Keter bringing Luke along, it made it seem like Arbold had lied.
Keter patted Luke on the shoulder and said, “Don't worry. I convinced him. He has family, too.”
“Hmm.”
Arbold glanced over at his superior, the commander, who finally revealed his presence.
“So, you’re Keter.”
Luke felt a wave of tension from just a single sentence from the commander. Arbold was a strong opponent, but compared to the man standing before him, Arbold seemed insignificant.
He doesn’t even seem much older than me... Yet he’s said to be as strong as or even stronger than the leader of the Sacred Order of Sefira... Who is this guy?