Oswald took in the smug figure before him, his heart pounding against his chest.
But, it wasn't fear that spurred his heart rate, rather, it was the indignation and resolve to protect the family that had been under his care for so many years.
The Duchess and her daughters were visibly shaking, their expressions terrified.
"Are you the one leading this attack?" Oswald asked, his gaze steady on the brown-haired man.
The stranger clicked his tongue, a sneer crossing his lips. "Old man, you don't need to know that." His tone was dismissive, almost bored. "Just know that if you don't attack, I will."
Oswald's gaze flickered to the frightened faces of the Lyma family and then back to the cocky stranger. He could feel the tension thrumming in the air.
They were in the open, exposed, vulnerable. He had to end this quickly.
His thoughts traveled back to his prime, when he was one of the top five Grand Knights.
