“But he’s from Silverboa! He's our enemy!" the man shouted.

"Enemies?" Adrian chuckled coldly. "You're right. We are enemies!"

Clank!

Adrian unsheathed his sword, and its sharp blade gleamed. The man was taken aback. He felt as if his spear had turned into a mere stick.

Stepping back, he trembled and asked, "What are you doing?”

Swinging his sword at the man, Adrian said, "I want to finish you off, of course. After all, we are enemies.”

Adrian swung his sword again. Everyone, including th