One man in particular came forth and whispered something in Elder Falcon's ears. Elder Flacon's eyes turned cold as his gaze narrowed onto the leader of the Guards, he released his aura and an imposing and unbearably heavy pressure descended upon the guards, "Where is the knights of the Orders that should be stationed here?"
The guards felt as if they were about to be crushed underneath the weight of the pressure, but no one made a sound. The leader of the guards was no exception, and he was horrified to realize that the man before him was one of the few Lord Commanders (Mortal Realm Knights) in the kingdom. If only he knew that the rest were also Mortal Knights, he would have fainted from shock. "I'll ask you again, where is the knights supposed to be stationed here?" Elder Flacon's words rang out once more. This time with more coldness that sent a shiver down the spines of the guardsmen.
