'Wait… weren't there only 5 of such in the whole Kingdom?'
Taken by surprise, Andrew's gaze rapidly elongated between the men covered in lesser runic armor plates, leaving only their head uncovered with pride in their eyes.
With a rough glance they were about five people radiating an aura of the True Mystic Rank.
'So that is the real Duke Nickson?'
Noticing the small Triangle Diagram crest on the bald man's chest , , Andrew thought trying to fit in the Fatty's dirty expression with that of the honest looking man who grinned boastoriouly with a prideful look in eyes for those that could see.
Stretching far across the streets from the palace straight, many more soldiers appeared 3 meters above the air, falling with a boom that shook the standerby to flee with horror at their sudden appearance.
