Chapter 67

Chapter 67 The bustling streets and countless crowds visible between the gates of Hwasung were akin to those in the trading city of Kail, no less populous, and in the central region of Harun, no less merchant-filled. Right behind the city gate, the noisy main road seemed to truly showcase that this place was indeed the center of the southwest. However, what really captured the attention of Logan and the Phereta party was a figure standing at the very front, looking in their direction. Amidst ten knights, each bearing the emblem of a rose blossoming within flamesa symbol of the Bifrost familystood the foremost knight. With striking silver hair, even his irises tarnished with a silvery hue, this middle-aged mans cold demeanor matched his pale skin. The Knight of Moonlight, Flantz? someone uttered, recognition flashing. To be greeted by one of the highest-ranking knights personally Is that the legendary Moonknight himself? Being one of only two highest-ranking knights possessed by Bifrost and easily recognizable due to his distinctive appearance, most knights could identify him at a glance. His appearance signaled to all that Bifrost placed great importance on the heirs entourage. Of course, despite the rigid manner of Flantz, which did not seem to be of his own volition, no one protested. To have one of the strongest warriors of the southwest as their guide was an honor that seemed to humble the knights of the party; even Flonz, who had been red-faced until moments ago, was no exception. It is an honor to meet you, Sir Flantz. Pleased to meet you, came the cool response, strikingly different from the eager demeanor they showed when meeting Logan, almost as if they couldnt help but grovel. Logan, however, barely noticed Flonzs antics, his expression furrowing slightly. A highest-ranking knight and two superior ones to greet a pair of countryside nobodies this has gone beyond a mere welcomeits practically an intimidation. Just then, his eyes met with the piercing silver irises that were staring intently at him. Ignoring the blonde head bowing incessantly before him, Logan faced the gaze filled with deep curiosity, not shying away. Seeing Logans unwavering look, the owner of the silver eyes approached him. If on that side stands Phereta, does this side hold the young master of Maclain? I am Logan Maclain, Sir Flantz. How certain. Astonishing. A mid-ranked knight at such an age? Logans greeting triggered an uproar among those nearby. What? The young master himself? Its not just the sword thats exceptional Amidst the murmuring crowd, including the Phereta party, Logan clenched his fist with a sense of triumph. Thats got their attention! From the rank of superior knights onward, a distinct, sharp aura that could be felt only by those of the same rank or higher was normally evidentan aura that could not be concealed. However, having reached the rank of Post Core Third Star, Logan could now control even those subtle waves of energy. If he chose to hide it, he could appear as inconspicuous as a commoner, something his father found astonishingly clever. And that was one of the primary reasons he had decided to journey to Bifrost alone. I can hide my true strength. Realizing that this could extend even to other highest-ranking knights, he couldnt help but be pleased. Thank you. I will strive to make a name for myself, worthy of Sir Flantz, albeit in the distant future. Ho. You should aim higher with that talent. At least to the level of transcendent beings. Anyway, its a pleasure to meet you. The tone used by Flantz was distinctly warmer than that used toward Flonz, and naturally, this was followed by Flonzs grimace and the audible sighs of his companions. After a couple of hours of slowly walking through the bustling streets, the party finally entered into the inner city. Leading the group, Flantz halted in front of a lavish five-story building within the inner city. Although Bifrost was somewhat dismayed to learn that Logan had no attendants accompanying him, fortunately, there was no further trouble. This is Bifrosts guesthouse. The heirs of Percival and Rufman have already arrived. Until the evening party tomorrow, please rest and wait here. Im quite impressed by Bifrost Castle. Id love to go out and explore if thats possible? Certain areas within the inner city are restricted, but with our knights escorting, the rest is certainly accessible. Inform the guesthouse manager. Understood. Faced with an unnecessary gesture, Logan watched as the Count began receiving greets from the others lined around. Percival. Rufman. The heirs from other houses, who appeared to be in their thirties, were interacting with the Count casually as if theyve met not just once. However, it was clear from the Counts focus solely on the heirs that the purpose of the party went beyond mere socialization. This is all within expectation, but Even during their brief exchange, Logan was keenly observing the Count, thus fulfilling another reason he had come to this place, albeit an unwelcome conclusion. He truly is a Fifth Circle magician. Tsk. The Counts mana circle embedded within his heart was incredibly difficult to detect, suggesting that he might be hiding it in some way. This confirmed the rumors Logan had heard in his past life about Count Bifrosts formidable prowess during internal conflicts. In that past life, since the story involved the defeated second princes faction, Logan hadnt paid much attention. But a Fifth Circle magician could accomplish that. A magician of the Fifth Circle was treated as equal in strength to the highest-ranking knights and their effectiveness was magnified in a large-scale war. This hidden power within Bifrost would be enough to counterbalance even the only advantage that Maclain held. Although the information was acquired easier than expected, it wasnt something to lightly dismiss. Theres still a significant gap between our strengths. Not to mention the Count and his two highest-ranking knights. Sigh what to do, what to do As Logan brooded alone, a loud voice called for attention. Ladies and gentlemen, the Count will now address us. Amidst the quieting music and the focused attention of the guests toward the high seat, the Count began to speak. First, let me thank the distinguished guests who gathered here to celebrate my humble birthday. And Considering the scarce presence of nobles from outside the southwest, Logan thought, Inner guests is more like it. Although he couldnt be here personally, I express my endless gratitude and respect to our Second Prince, who has graced us with The Tear of the Sun. Gasps erupted at the Counts words, and seeing the expected reaction, the Count continued with a satisfied smile. For a long time, our Southwest kingdoms nobility has lived apart, unlike other regions. The situation was flowing as Logan had anticipated. Theres no need to explain the complex reasons as you all here understand. Its time we leave fruitless traditions and hollow promises behind and unite. Our likely next heir to the throne, the Second Prince, seeks support from our Southwest! As Logan covered his distaste with a wine glass, the Count suddenly pointed at him, drawing the attention of everyone present. Here we have Logan Maclain, the heir of Maclain house, pivotal to the Southwest strife two hundred years ago. As if on cue, everyone near Logan distanced themselves from him. And then, Logan is an extraordinary young man. He led Maclain to greater glory by winning two recent wars, and has reached the status of a mid-ranked knight at the mere age of 21. Even the highest-ranked knights I know did not achieve as much at his age. This unexpected praise shifted the audiences perspective immediately. Our kingdoms pillars are the Aura users and transcended beings, and this talent is certainly comparable to them. Considering hes still in armor, one can see his dedication to training. Even his recent broken engagement may well stem from over-focusing on training. Amidst the awkward laughter, the Count managed to weave a joke into his speech. I have no intention of intimidating or coercing such a fine talent. I merely wish to make a suggestion. Logan! Yes? The grandfather of the Second Prince, Duke Waltermine, is seeking talents like you. If youre willing, Id happily recommend you as his disciple. What do you say? At the Counts offer, the hall erupted.