Ivita lowered his gaze to the sword in his hand, which gave him a faint sense of threat, albeit not a severe one.
Ivita looked at the two knights and said to the two nervous men, "I am not an evil person."
"This is my castle, not a cave filled with evil creatures."
The young knight, Anatoly Bosporus, could barely hold his sword. The bandage on the sword was automatically cut by the blade, revealing the sharp tip pointed at Ivita.
Bosporus glanced at Ivita, then at the middle-aged knight, feeling somewhat at a loss.
He said to Ivita, "No, no, I don't mean to provoke you, it's the sword itself…"
The middle-aged knight muttered to Ivita, "I deeply apologize, Lord, for causing you trouble."
"It seems we have become unwanted people again. We will leave here immediately."
Bosporus, gripping his constantly shaking one-handed sword, followed the old knight out the door.
Tartax was stunned, taking a few steps after them. "What's the situation?"
