It's Gotten Complicated Part Three

A collective gasp echoed as all were shocked by those words, but it was Serilda, the Blade of Frost, who broke the silence.

Her dark blue hair framed her face, and her piercing purple eyes narrowed as she spoke.

She was a woman best known for her cold logic, the kind of commander who would kill a comrade possessed by a demon rather than try to free him from it.

She was quite similar to Arkanos in that regard and was the last knight anyone thought would lose her position.

Guess the young emperor did not fancy her.

She was one of the few knights present to have single-handedly killed at least three mythical-class creatures during the Shadow of Eden war.

She was a level 360, 7-star knight.

"That's an arc fallen. A creature like that isn't just powerful—it's catastrophic. Arc fallen angels are the right hands of gods. Or at least, they were."

The room seemed to grow colder, a sense of dread settling over the table. Serilda spoke again.