The Night King's gaze fixed on Grisnan. His eyes locked directly onto the red hand shield on his left arm, his pupils constricting slightly.
"Bloody Curtain Shield... Are you one of the Bloody Curtain Knight Order?"
"I was, but not anymore." Seeing that the other party had no intention of acting, Grisnan was also happy to take a rest. For a fighter at the Golden Knight level, he didn't have much confidence that he could hold the opponent off, and it was already a great success to have been able to do so. Even though he possessed a Holy Artifact, and his strength was at the peak of B-level, nearing A-level, being close to A-level and actually being at A-level were completely different concepts.