The Vilt Kingdom had only one publicly known Legend: Otto, the "Steel Lion," who guarded the Royal Capital.
'Now, on this distant Northern Border, a second one has appeared at such a critical moment?'
'And it seems he was just promoted?'
Duke Hakon, the Ironspine Duke, who had been as silent as a mountain, now had the corners of his mouth slowly curve into a knowing smile.
He didn't look at Bishop Saint Cyril. His gaze remained fixed on the dark blue figure moving swiftly across the battlefield, charging toward the eastern ridge, as if he had long anticipated this.
"He is a Legend." Duke Hakon's voice was steady, affirming Bishop Saint Cyril's judgment. "And not just any newly-ascended Legend. His control over his power, and the Thunder clinging to that sword… very interesting."
