Chapter 204
A sword ultimately needs a good master, proper training, and financial backing to truly shine. In other words, the powerful individuals gathered here must have poured astronomical investments into honing their swords, and that meant only one thing.
They were all descendants of the empire’s most prominent noble families.
Therefore, few could defy the title of Imperial Prince held by these nobles. For that was the very spirit of violence the empire pursued.
“Ah, but do not misunderstand, Saxony’s ‘Black Prince’.”
The Seventh Prince, Mordred, said with a sly smile.
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is, it’s not like we’re forming an alliance just to stab you in the back.”
Modred shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.
“As you and my brother said, it’s a desperate measure to make this tedious, tiresome test proceed a little more ‘quickly’.”
“…….”
“To the one among you who severs the neck of the ‘Black Prince,’ I shall immediately bestow a seat among the Seven Swords of the Continent. I shall grant unimaginable glory to that knight and their entire house. How does that sound? Does it please you? Any bastard who refuses this offer should pack his bags and get the hell off this mountain.”
Implied intimidation. At the same moment, Mordred placed a fortune and glory on Dale’s neck, and Dale, grasping its meaning, laughed coldly.
“Master Confucius…!”
“You need not move.”
He gently restrained Sir Helmut Blackbear, who had stepped forward to lead the Saxon camp, and shook his head. The Sword of Light and the Wandering Sword were no exception.
