At that very moment, a deep, dejected, almost woeful laugh sounded.
"Hahahahaha..."
Everyone's gazes gathered on Zakriel.
Zakriel lifted his chin, strode forward, and stepped into the space illuminated by the firelight.
Everyone was startled at that very instant.
The former Watchman of the Royal Guards, the formidable Knight of Judgment, Zakriel, was chuckling softly as he limped towards them.
But this was definitely not the reason that astounded them. It was uncertain when it happened, but at some point, Zakriel's face had been covered in tears, despite the fact that he was tough and practically invincible.
"You are clever, Your Highness." Zakriel's voice was hoarse, and he was choked up. His chest heaved continuously. He glared at Thales with his reddened eyes. "...Too clever."
He lifted his axe slowly. In reaction to that, the others instinctively got into a defensive formation.
