Chapitre 339: The Birth of a Leader - Part 15

The temperature dropped by a few more degrees, but the mage merely offered a single strained smile, rather than a storm of ice, as he struggled to hold on to his calm. "I think not, worm. Your own lacking skills of perception might deceive you, but my Lord's nose does not lie to me. I can smell the scent of three of you."

"Three of us there may be, but only two of us are knights. That goes contrary to the little story that you've crafted for yourself, does it not?" Lombard said. By now Beam could tell that he was purposefully being inflammatory, abandoning his usual nobleesque mannerisms in favour of merely riling the mage up. "Can you guess which of us it is?"

The mage didn't like that. Even from a mile away – for that was literally how far away he was standing – they could see he didn't like it. Lombard's word cut under his skin.