When Lann pulled back his hood, he was essentially declaring the martial power he wielded here.
It was a deterrence forged live on the battleground, akin to a meat grinder.
Seward was well aware of this fact and expressed incredible understanding toward the Duke of Sintra's use of emergency powers.
The Ember Knights naturally became nodes in Lann's command system.
Everything proceeded very smoothly; they already possessed a tacit understanding of teamwork.
"To maintain basic combat efficiency, I won't confiscate the White Rose Knights' weapons, alright?"
Lann spoke to Lincoln beside him without turning his head.
The young secretary smiled, looking at the knights gathered around Seward, all of whom had already sheathed their swords.
"Let them try, sir." The young secretary said nonchalantly, "It'd be best if they try. I'm a bit curious about their quality."
The Demon Hunter shook his head.
