"Sigh..."
The supreme lord of all Yingxi Castle was actually sighing over a flimsy sheet of paper. If any of the Knights under Uther's command saw this, they would surely think they were hallucinating.
Ever since returning from Dusk Lamp Territory, Uther knew this day would come. But when Westheid's letter was actually placed in his hands, the Black Knight still found it agonizing.
Uther tirelessly trained Apprentices, not because he was some great teacher, but because he enjoyed the reverence and adoration of others. He would do everything possible to create an atmosphere where he was the center of attention... even if it was only within his own domain.
It was precisely because of the large number of students cheering him on and building his reputation that the Lord of Yingxi Castle's fame could resound throughout the Country of Yonglan.
His perfect winning streak to date, the undefeated legend his followers had built up...
