With a snap, the ordinary longsword in his hand shattered into pieces in the sword scabbard, unable to withstand the Gold Level power. Brand was slightly stunned, he raised the sword scabbard to take a look, then casually discarded it—
The sword fell into the ruins.
The young man turned around, his brown eyes reflecting the mercenaries' varied expressions. Holding Funiya's hand, he spoke calmly: "I have brought my promise—"
"Do you remember what you said?"
His flat tone, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, resonated through everyone's hearts.
The mercenaries opened their mouths but did not know how to respond.
"I remember!" Only the young man in a gray-green robe excitedly pushed through the crowd, almost stumbling to Brand's side, then looking up at this young noble with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
He really came.
"I remember..." the Wizard Apprentice took a breath and softly repeated, "I came, Lord..."
Brand glanced at him.
