"Forget it! Let bygones be bygones!" Clark Gable suddenly felt that this was not such a bad outcome. Whether it was the silver-eyed knight's temperamental, impulsive, bloodthirsty nature or his inability to gain another formidable arcane ability, the situation was, strangely enough, quite ideal!
Needless to say, even if it were possible to gather the souls of Druids now, His Majesty Gable was no longer willing to lift a finger to help.
A sizable group of Winged Knights exchanged knowing glances, watching this nouveau riche with schadenfreude. In this era, where knights swore loyalty only to their lords, the silver-eyed knights felt not an ounce of pity or regret for the prince standing before them—despite him being one of their own.
