Benedict, who had been watching the sh between the Kingdom''s Knights and the Alrn Knights from behind, sighed and pressed his forehead.@@novelbin@@


    When Lucy said she would participate in the duel, he had already expected this oue. To have his daughter on the front lines meant someone’s reason was about to be thrown out the window.


    Benedict had seen countless knights losing their sanity, swept away by Lucy’s voice, only totere to their senses with the realization of, “What did I just do to my lord’s daughter!?” He was certain that when Lucy stepped forward, there would be chaos.


    Even so, he hadn’t stopped her simply because he was endlessly indulgent when it came to Lucy.


    His cute, sweet daughter. Calling him “Papa,” and shouting that she wanted to test the new armor’s abilities—how could he refuse her?


    The conversations he’d had with Lucy, filled with teasing and insults, had all been mentally corrected in his mind, leaving only the image of his adorable daughter.


    “Lord, is it alright if you don’t join the fight?”


    Poseil, themander of the Alrn knights, asked with his arms crossed, and Benedict chuckled.


    “Why, what are you doing then?”


    “I think it will help the knights grow,” Poseil replied.


    “Same for me,” Benedict said.


    The gap between the Kingdom’s First Order and the Alrn knights wasn’t asrge as people thought. Despite all the politics involved, the knights of the Kingdom were truly exceptional talents, and they had the strength to match the Kingdom’s sword.


    What was especially threatening was the knightmander, Tavol.


    The man who survived countless battles with Benedict and was marked by defeat and hardship, who had turned his back on his own family but still remained asmander of the knights—it was no small feat.


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