Chapter 60: The Message

One month later.

Brighton Estate.

Edmund was standing on the training ground watching the preparations for the training drill being carried out by the knights of Brighton. The knights all looked so serious about sparring while sweating. Some of them were only shirtless with a chest protector on their heart.

“Again! Swing your swords! Don’t be such a lazy! Are you a lady?" exclaimed the knight leader who trained each of the squads.

“No, Sir!” said the knights in unison.

On a different field, the spearmen were training. Meanwhile, some of the men in charge of climbing and launching explosives were training in different areas.

Clank!

Edmund had just thrown his opponent's sword until his opponent fell to his knees. Edmund swiftly drew his sword exactly an inch in front of his opponent's neck.

“You are a dead man. Try again!" said Edmund, heaving his sword and holding out his hand.

"Thank you, si