Kevin couldn't believe what he was seeing.
William had stepped into their presence with such shameless calm that it made his blood turn cold.
There wasn't even the slightest tension in the man's posture. No caution or guard.
It was as though he wasn't standing before humanity's strongest warriors, but a crowd of inexperienced rookies incapable of threatening him.
These were monsters.
Warriors who could bring down high-grade Devils alone.
Arthur himself had once faced a General-ranked Devil and lived to tell the tale. Every single person here possessed enough power to drown battlefields in blood and ruin entire armies if they fought together.
Yet William walked toward them with his hands in his pockets and a faint smile on his face.
Kevin's jaw tightened.
'Did Emma seriously not warn him about this approach?' he muttered under his breath.
Then Astaroth's command echoed through his mind.
"Kevin, stay back them up."
The words had barely settled before Lancelot moved.
