As the tall man suddenly stood up, Yuldrick’s mercenaries put on a fierce look as if they were ready to charge at him any second. Yuldrick also grabbed his ax and approached the tall man.

“Filthy apostates. You have no idea how we were treated because of you bastards. You think you can just interfere now out of nowhere and…”

The old knight blocked Yuldrick before he could even finish his words.

Yuldrick tried to push him away and shout, but his legs instantly froze to face the old knight. Yuldrick could proudly say that he had been through a lot in his life, but the old knight’s aura was overwhelming enough to make him freeze up. His sense of danger which had been trained on the battlefield for a long time quickly identified what his opponent was capable of.

‘One more step and he will smash my head.’

Yuldrick belatedly noticed the hammer which the old knight was holding in his hand—it was the size of an adult’s head. Only then did Yuldrick recognize his opponent’s identity; there was only one person who used such a weapon within the Order of Huginn.

“Blacksmith Dilmond…”

Yuldrick’s mutter instantly echoed in the room .

“What? That old guy is the bloody blacksmith?”

“He’s the one who uses people’s shoulders as an anvil and treats their head as a cast…”

“I heard he killed three Templars from the Order of the White Crow…”

Diamond didn’t seem too pleased to hear his nickname, but it...