The outside world, especially those who held a grudge against Ronin, knew he was a Silver Knight, even if they didn't know he had already ascended to the rank of Golden Knight.
Under such circumstances, any assassination attempt on him would require at least a few Silver Knights, if not a Golden Knight.
This Mercenary Corps clearly looked local; they couldn't be that powerful.
So Ronin concluded that he was definitely not the person they believed the caravan shouldn't have taken in.
"You don't need to look at me with such hatred. I'm not the one they're here to kill."
Ronin stepped out nonchalantly.
Tom and David flanked Ronin. Although they knew their lord had no fear of such a force, the pressure on them was still immense.
Bauer could tell at a glance that Ronin was no ordinary man. The two Knights beside him also wore Armor and carried Shields that were clearly not of inferior quality.
"Who are you?"
