Grand Knight Verren.
Michael wasn't sure what to make of the man.
Powerful? Absolutely.
But welcoming? Not in the slightest.
Michael honestly couldn't tell who had the colder expression—Verren or a block of ice.
The man was too cold.
The first time Michael saw the old knight was when he volunteered to stay behind with the two hundred knights. The reason was simple.
All this preparation—they had to lead somewhere.
The Land of Origin was meant to be a place where one grew stronger, and Michael, who believed he should be strong enough to personally handle the monster, saw it as a golden opportunity.
An experience pack, in his own words.
He had to be the one to kill that monster. So, with the Princess's permission—though he hadn't really needed it—he stayed behind.
That was also when he first laid eyes on Verren.
This man.
