"Kael, rise and come stand by me." The head of the Lionheart Family spoke thus.
Without hesitation, Kael stepped forward, treading over the skull of the Titan Giant to ascend the stage.
Although he was still at a growing age and was developing normally, with a height that was certainly sufficient, even so, standing before the Duke, he still felt a great deal shorter.
"Now, standing in my place, look down. What do you see?"
The Duke asked indifferently.
"Weapons, the weapons of the defeated," Kael replied directly, without any fanciful explanation.
"These weapons symbolize my glory and power, pillaged from those who dared to raise their hand against me.
Even if they are the defeated, only by becoming true strong ones are they entitled to leave their weapons beneath my stage.
You are not bad, truly not bad, both in strength and temperament, you meet my criteria, but it's not enough, still not enough.
