When a person suddenly gives up the absolute advantage they had over you, do not think it's out of kindness or pity, for such thoughts will only leave you with no place to be buried.
Because when someone really does this, there is only one possibility.
That is—
The opponent has a sure win!
Hazlitt looked at Sean, who had sheathed his short blade.
Naive.
This was Hazlitt's first thought.
Especially that little round face, which gave Sean a kind of baby-faced appearance.
It made his already young age seem even younger.
At least, in everyone's eyes, it's difficult to associate this baby-faced youth with the person who had just taken the 'Red Knights' hostage.
"Good evening, 'Red Knight' Sir."
Sean bowed slightly in greeting.
"Hmm."
Hazlitt nodded, but the 'Red Knight's' gaze was directed toward the entrance of the tent—the tent flap had been lifted.
A figure cloaked in a cape appeared.
Crimson eyes, denoting the identity of the 'Bloodline Clan'.
"'Blood Descendants'?!"
