“Ian Percus, deadly poison is circulating in your body. The fangs of the ‘shadows’ are always coated with poison. As a knight who has reached the level of ‘high expert,’ you won’t die… but it will be hard to move anymore.”
While saying that, the man took silent steps forward.
In just a couple of steps, he arrived in front of me as if gliding, and his upper body bent down.
Probably to meet my gaze.
“Honestly, I was surprised. We thought that even against a ‘high expert’ or a ‘great mage,’ we could predict victory… but for a moment, I judged that the sword duke would have to come.”
I didn’t give any reply.
I merely panted, calming my breathing.
“The antidote will be given once the sword duke arrives soon. Well, since it’s come to this, shall I introduce myself? My name is Ruben of Findleston…”
“Hey.”
It was a low utterance of a single word.