"Knighthood and peerage! Returning home in glory!"
Liszt understood Claude's concerns and repeated it loudly, now that the Heavenly Punisher himself had also arrived, he knew his words were no lie.
Just as the Constitutional Soldier was about to thrust his sword through Claude's chest—
Crack!
The sword, like lightning out of darkness, swept through like a fierce wind, bisecting the soldier at the waist.
Blood splattered onto Claude's hands, he stared at the warm, prison-red liquid on his left hand and knew he could never turn back.
He had accepted the Oath of Loyalty.
Claude understood that from now on, he was a pirate.
The two remaining Constitutional Soldiers in front of him were petrified; Claude, whose swordsmanship had already reached a masterful level at the age of fifteen, was not to be underestimated now.