Kapitel 65: Dreath Sight. A Dreadful S-Grade Talent

Alex, clad in his imposing armor with the blue plume that fell down from the top of his helmet dancing about behind him, walked into the hall with a small 10-year-old on his shoulder. 

Alex walked to the middle of the hall, brought the child down, and went on one knee.

"I have returned, Your Lordship."

His voice was deep and solemn. 

Asher noticed that Alec and Eritrea also entered the hall but stayed behind the civilians. 

Suddenly, Nero also kneeled and bowed his head. 

"I can still be a knight, Your Lordship."

Asher raised an eyebrow.

"The blind can not be amongst the lord's personal troop or any troop at all." Kelvin replied rigidly. 

Alex looked at him and lowered his head.

"The criteria is... did you awaken?"

Asher leaned forward, itching to check the boy's panel, but hesitated to keep things interesting for a little while.

It was impossible for Nero to be normal, despite the circumstances.