Apparently, He Thinks He's Not Dying Fast Enough

Garen was trembling with rage. 

What nonsense was this old man spouting?

Claiming their grudge was irreconcilable?

He hadn't done anything!

It wasn't him who broke Emeric's arm. 

Yet, Emeric was publicly slandering him, accusing him of having an illicit affair with William...

What kind of affair could there be between two men?

This bastard was utterly spouting nonsense!

Garen felt his temper, which was usually under control, nearing its breaking point. 

Ultimately, he couldn't restrain himself and thrust his sword towards Emeric.

His Excalibur was broken, and the weapon in his hand now was a wooden sword. But even a wooden sword in his hands was something Emeric couldn't block.

To the onlookers, it seemed as if Garen hadn't moved, just a blur flashed by. In reality, Garen's sword was already at Emeric's throat.

Hiss—

Was this the power of a legendary warrior?