The intake of breath was filled with astonishment and fear.
Moreover, as Arthur approached, the members of the convoy involuntarily stepped back.
It wasn't that they were cowards—on the contrary, those selected by Edwin to be part of the convoy were no cowards.
They were all veterans who had seen bloodshed.
Each of them could be considered elite if placed in a regular company.
They were also among the earliest to establish the reputation of Lady of the Long Night.
Yet, the sight of Arthur, who had slain over a hundred men with a single sword strike, still unveiled the fear in their hearts, a fundamental instinct of creatures before a mightier being.
Yet, in the next moment, as the members of the convoy came to their senses, they stood still, and the look in their eyes towards Arthur no longer contained any astonishment or fear, but only...
Respect!
