"What? Wipe them all out?"
The baron stared at Sylas with a look of sheer disbelief. He wasn't the only one. The soldiers and knights standing around, as well as the servants attending to the guests, all shared the same reaction.
What had he just said? That the three knights with him would take on everyone here?
"Incredible. He's let the hollow title of 'Dragonslayer' get to his head and gone mad, hasn't he?"
The baron, shedding even the last shred of pretense, began hurling insults. This time, even the older man, Ervin, couldn't bring himself to intervene.
Sylas's words were so absurd, they made him seem like a lunatic.
"My goodness, this isn't even funny anymore. What's he going to do? He had to leave his weapons at the entrance, and even if he had them, it wouldn't make a difference—"
Crack.
"...Huh?"