Hmm...
Ah, the altar is over there.
Suddenly remembering this, Malaki sobered up a bit and glared at the soldier, asking.
"Who did it?"
Enshrouded by that fierce aura, the soldier was so scared he almost wet his pants, stammering.
"I, I don't know! He carried a great sword and was alone, looked like a fallen noble, but might be a knight..."
"Hm?"
Malaki snorted with his nose, his eyes flashing with excitement, like a beast discovering new prey.
A knight who can stand alone against a thousand must at least be Gold Level, possibly even Platinum!
Having just broken through Diamond, he was worried about finding someone to test his sword, but didn't expect someone to come knocking so soon.
"Seems like a worthy opponent has arrived, and since I've just eaten my fill, might as well go meet him."
He stood up, grabbed a blood-stained scimitar from the weapon rack, and grinned maliciously as he walked out of the tent.
