Gorren gaze unintentionally drifted toward Theron, the mighty Knight, now a pathetic wool-covered creature standing awkwardly in the middle of the hall.
The moment Theron opened his mouth to speak, only a pathetic bleat escaped.
"Meeaahhh!" The former knight froze, his expression contorting in utter humiliation. This was the man who once terrified enemies on the battlefield.
A legendary ninth-circle knight. A warrior feared throughout the City. Now? Now he was just a sheep. The realization was too much.
If word got out, Theron wouldn't just lose his reputation, he wouldn't even be able to show his face in the city again. Let alone lead the Knights.
He'd be the laughingstock of every noble in the kingdom. Gorren swallowed dryly before quickly adjusting his tone.
"Your Majesty," he said hastily, his voice unnaturally polite, "could you… perhaps, lift the transformation spell on Sir Theron?"
