Chapter 339: Bread and Dagger (37)
Swords were always honest.
Unlike tongues, they cannot be wielded deceitfully. Once a sword is drawn and it begins to trace its path, a silent proclamation is made.
A signal of a fight to the death.
An agreement where nothing else needs consideration beyond killing or being killed. Mercy is unnecessary and half-hearted sympathy only leads to mistakes.
At least, that’s how it was in the North.
Sir Alex seemed to have learned this truth through years of experience. Despite his heavy armor , his steps across the snow were nimble.
The thudding sound of his footsteps echoed only a few times.
It was a terrifyingly swift charge. Before long, he stood before a thick coniferous tree.
He immediately swung his word as if it were the most natural thing to do.