A satisfying grin bloomed so brightly across the commander's assistant's face, his eyes alight with thrilling anticipation.
Seiya—the one he had always regarded with so much spite was about to get killed, after all.
In contrast to the happiness radiating from the assistant, fear and worry clouded the faces of the villagers.
Despite them all being fully aware of the capabilities of their Lord, they couldn't help but feel concern for him especially when it was one of them that pushed him into the current situation.
Their worry casted a gloomy atmosphere over them, their faces pale, and beady with nervous sweat. Despite their worries, they knew the imminent danger that had somehow landed in front of them—a danger that might spread to them should they not be careful enough.
Or should it rather be said; should their Lord not be merciful enough.
The villagers drew back, moving away from the fight that was about to start.
