"You nearly killed me, and now you're saying I shouldn't have underestimated you?" Daniel slowly walked toward the King of Knights, using the last of his strength.
"Hahaha… Incredible… It's been a long time since someone made my heart race like this," the knight suddenly laughed—genuinely, from deep within.
"As promised… from this moment on, my life and my sword belong to you." He kneeled, one knee to the ground. Promises were sacred to knights. Especially in their culture.
He had lost both arms and could no longer fight. On top of that, his armor was almost destroyed—it would've been easy to kill him now.
He was extremely vulnerable in front of Daniel.
With that declaration, the rest of the Golden Knights—who had been silently watching until now—walked over one by one and knelt behind their king.
Daniel walked forward calmly. He set his sword aside and scraped its blade with a fingernail. A drop of his crimson blood fell gently to the ground.
