Kovis, while in Orland, needed not to serve as an aide or advisor to the higher-ranking Great Nobles. He could have traveled to the North to join the so-called "Magic Technique Association" with limitless prospects.
What to do?
As Leon was pondering how to retain his friend,
he turned and saw a blond young man entering the room…
who incredibly knelt on one knee before him.
"What are you doing?"
Leon was astonished.
With hands clasped behind his back and knee bent, Kovis knelt and looked straight at his friend. "Just a request…"
"You know I'd help you with anything; no need for this." Leon frowned, attempting to help him up,
but the young man raised his hand, firmly grasping his wrist to stop him.
Kovis gazed into Leon's puzzled eyes and took a deep breath.
"I, Kovis Arundel,
the last descendant of the King of Villania,
pledge my allegiance to you.
I wish to be the steadfast shield before you…
I wish to be the sharp sword in your hand…
