Burlington looked toward the person who spoke. It was a tall, handsome young man dressed in expensive armor. He was not a member of the War Knights, but he stood close enough to be considered a core member.
His name was Andre Solren.
The scion of the Solren Clan, one of the Imperial's oldest families, had joined the team when the War Knights assembled.
To be precise, Andre had joined of his own volition. He wanted to duel Duke Qinghui, and it just so happened the War Knights were also looking for Reiya, who was on Westheid's team. So, it was a case of each getting what they wanted.
"Sir Andre, do you have any... wait, you mean... the Solren Sword Saint?"
Burlington had been about to ask for his suggestion, but something suddenly occurred to him. His breath hitched, and his eyes widened as he spoke.
Andre smiled smugly. "That's right, everyone. Don't forget my family name."
The moment he spoke, understanding dawned on everyone in the hall.
