“Ah,” the fairy said, circling you with narrowed eyes. “So you’re the new Holy Knight. Lame.”

King didn’t look the slightest bit pleased at the sight of you. You were only an additional nuisance to him. Yet it didn’t stop you from trying to earn his attention.

“You look nowhere near ready,” he commented. “I mean, who would even call that armour? So flimsy. And your weapon. Looks like a child’s toy. Maybe learn how to fight before calling yourself a Holy Knight. How you got promoted is beyond me.”