Chapter 146

It was a sacred northern vow, akin to a bond between brothers, where both parties pledged unwavering loyalty to one another, second only to the loyalty between a lord and vassal.

"Think you can handle that?"

"Will that be enough?" Bjorn asked, his tone firm. He knelt, bringing both knees to the ground and lowering his head before Sylas, in full view of everyone.

"I, Bjorn Veldyne, swear on this land, my blood, and by the Goddess who watches over all things."

His voice echoed, filled with solemnity.

"I pledge to serve you as my lord. Please, accept this vow."

Sylas looked at Bjorn steadily. This was an unexpected pledge of loyalty—his face showed little emotion, but his heart pounded in his chest.

"The loyalty of a lord."