There were many other knights and lords, ranging from second-ranker transcend seed level to average second-rankers and even first-rankers. The bald knight, Warren, was nowhere to be seen. However, Damian could sense him somewhere beneath them. In the basement, then? There was a dungeon below, too.
There had been a dungeon in Fayengin city as well, but the previous day had been too hectic to check it out.
"Your Highness, we sent a messenger ahead of us. May we know where my knight is?" Lord Silas asked, bowing before his king.
All the other lords imitated the greeting—except for Damian, Sam, Evrin, and Einar. The others noticed them remaining still. Reize, Lumi, and Elias, standing nearby, felt awkward under the weight of the stares—though the glares weren't directed at them. Instead, they were aimed at Damian and his group, the ones who had refused to bow.
