Before the arrival of the Royal Captain, Caleb, Lotus Prince, and the masses behind them that consisted of Royal Guards and Adventurers, just when they would only take ten minutes to arrive, the Sword Saint was not only aware of their presence but an identity of a single individual leading upfront.
He gasped.
He seemed to see his soul floating out of his physical body, hurrying it to return or else he might die.
His body trembled in shock, his tongue turned dry, and his eyes expressed disbelief as it reflected the zoom-in image of the Archduke.
He was having a difficult time accepting it.
But he has to… he has to admit that they were the enemy he was about to face.
Not "they" to be exact, but a single individual, with a casual attire hidden behind the golden light armor, whose presence intimidated him.
He even caught his eyeballs moving upward, staring at his eyes.