The group that Morres had assembled this time was smaller than expected.
Apart from his close aides, Masain and Commander Bruno, there were four resident knights from the Pearl Palace, the exorcist Sir Liber, and one dedicated maid and a coachman.
Even adding Owen and Bartoz, it was barely a small group of about ten people.
‘Father must have been quite lenient to allow this trip.’
With Ortona in ruins, the north was practically a lawless zone. Therefore, not only merchant caravans traveling between territories but also the rare nobles who traveled to the north usually brought along an escort force that easily exceeded a platoon.
So, what confidence did Morres have?
‘Of course, he’s not someone to be underestimated either.’
Morres, who had regained his aura, was an aura user so strong that even Owen, who had been through the southern front for years, was surprised.
Owen, who had quickly mastered aura with the help of the status window and occasionally used items and skills to earn the reputation of being ‘undefeated.’ Yet, even he felt that it wasn’t easy when facing Morres.
‘It might be more than just not easy. Maybe that guy is stronger than me?’
Just looking at what happened on the day he was summoned to the Holy See. The momentum with which he instantly overwhelmed the Holy Knights in the grand hall was clearly a level that not only Owen but also most high-ranking knights couldn’t easily imitate.
What on earth happened while…