His thick, grayish-white brows were knitted tightly together. Within his deep-set eye sockets, his world-weary eyes were now fixed on the three-inch-long sword hovering in the distance. His pupils constricted slightly, filled with an astonishment that threatened to overflow!
This was completely different from the "calm that comes after weathering life's storms" that Grand Duke Charles had anticipated. This was clearly the shock of having one's entire worldview shattered!
A storm was indeed raging in Knight Armand's heart.
Ten years ago, they had fought side-by-side at Blackstone Fortress. He had personally witnessed Murphy's breathtaking Swordsmanship and the miracle of him breaking through to become a Legendary Knight.
Who would have thought... this was no Knight at all!
He was certainly no Legendary Knight!
