"Is that?!"
"Y—yeah, who else would it be?!"
The Sparrow Knights shuddered with their mouths agape, never in their wildest imaginations would they have imagined that a man of that calibre would appear before them.
*Clatter!*
They all fell to their knees in unison and bowed their heads deeply.
"We of the Sparrow Knights humbly greet the War General of his majesty the King, we greet Lord Suraci."
Lark spoke, his head between his shoulders and his scorched wing trembling.
[What... Why is he here?!]
Lark cried inwardly.
[Hm. I guess he's someone important.]
[Well... It's not that surprising considering how powerful he is.]
Berkah glanced back at the Sparrow Knights and then back to Suraci.
"Hey you."
The Elf woman spoke in a cold voice directed at Berkah.
"Not only do you dare to speak to Lord Suraci that way, why do you not kneel in his presence?"
