Hewitt rubbed his face, revealing a sly smile that hadn't appeared for a long time.
The tall knight propped himself up with the Ice Sword and struggled to stand. George's once strong body now trembled like a decaying old man.
White Dragon saw the Mistletoe Spear in Hewitt's hand and said through gritted teeth:
"It's you, the liar! Lite? What a good name! How could I not have thought of it, Lite, Lyle, you even dare to show your face in Ingris. If my king..."
Hewitt raised his hand:
"Stop, stop, I'm the great hero who saved all of Furse, don't be angry, little George."
George tried to overcome his weakness and roared:
"What did you do to make my king fall asleep? Tell me today or I'll make you suffer even if it costs my life."
Hewitt laughed:
"Stand still, Pure White Knight, but let me be clear, King Arthur's death has nothing to do with me! I just made two suggestions. Although Arthur's sleep has nothing to do with me, I know who is involved."
