Seeing all these faces, Maxime's emotions seemed to overflow for a moment.
"I hope that when you came here with the intention of killing my men, you were also prepared to die."
Maxime showed absolutely no hesitation; the two knights really felt that they were going to die if they did nothing.
Argan and Tengan looked at each other, their faces betraying their hesitation. Maxime seemed young, too young to be a serious threat despite his good looks and wyvern.
The idea grew in their minds that he was perhaps just a nobleman too sure of himself, playing the warrior.
Tengan gripped his sword, ready to risk his life to see if he could really get away with it.
"I have already met a great knight in the capital, and this young man is not one."
Hearing this, Argan slowly nodded. In this situation where he felt extremely close to death, he began to lose some of his lucidity.
Any tiny glimmer of hope was worth taking.
