Inside one of the towers, a man stood in front of the opened window and stared out at into space, at first his eyes was closed but as he head some words from Valtor, his eyes snapped opened and instantly filled with anger as if a switch have been flipped.
"This arrogant bastard, a useless puppet is trying to act like this? What a joke!" The man appeared to be in his mid thirties, but his face still looked relatively young, his hair full and eyes that should be filled with gentle light was now clouded with anger.
His aura as a Master Knight spread out around him like a tide, making the five other Master Knights behind him to stumble back with a soft gasp.
"Saint Oskar!" One of them shouted out in fear.
Oskar took a deep breath and calmed down. As a Master Knight, and a saint, he had always been respected. Normal humans worship him, and even Knights of his kind shower him with respect since the day he was born and it was realized that he could be cultivated as a saint.
