Monty stared at Nicholas, and his smile slowly disappeared.
"Now, when I look at you, I have the same feeling as well."
The Star Killer shook his head.
His face darkened. "We should have been the most faithful, genuine, and honorable White Blade Guards…
"We once fought side by side and shed blood for Eckstedt with passion, pride, and joy.
"How did we get to this point exactly?"
Monty interrupted him.
"You still don't understand, do you, Spiky?
"Yes, we were indeed the most loyal, genuine, and honorable White Blade Guards." He lowered his voice, making him sound like a dying patient who was struggling hopelessly for life.
"But, look at those glorious names in the history of the guards. All of them were of noble descent; the legends were of pure blood. Even for the nobles, to be able to enter the White Blade Guards to serve the king is glorious in itself."
Monty slowly lifted his gaze.
