The meeting hall was enveloped in silence, punctuated only by the restrained panting of those present.
Freedom.
To those in attendance, it was more important than anything else.
They appeared to have acquired long life, able to exchange their worn and decrepit bodies through the Inheritance Ceremony.
But in truth, only the Round Table Knights who had experienced the Inheritance Ceremony and struggled through it knew that each inheritance was eroding their souls.
They became weaker each time.
Even a Heritage Knight like Tristan had started to show a decline in strength, and it might be that he would never wake up from the ceremony next time.
"Opportunities are equal,"
"I hope everyone can seize them well!"
Green was quite pleased with everyone's expressions, "That's about it for the general matters, regarding the allocation of fiefs and the execution of tasks, I will have Gaharad inform you."
"That will be all."
Green was succinct in his speech.
Bang!
