An unknown group was now standing in front of them. Three knights from the Order of the House of Arvendon, including knight Danil, stood up in front of the last two descendants of the Sifridr bloodline. They held their sword tightly.
"Do not dare to make any further movements!" threatened one of the knights. His eyes glowered as if it was their last warning. Just when.
"Hold it," a familiar voice of a man responded. With just that, the group created a path to make way for the one who spoke. "I apologize, for I took too long," were the words that followed right after he revealed himself.
And there appeared in front of their eyes was the image of knight Alfred Malcolm. Their eyes widened in bewilderment, taken by surprise.
"Sir? Sir Alfred?" knight Danil asked. Confusion hinted in his voice.
Then after a few minutes have passed, someone walked beside knight Alfred Malcolm.
