As soon as Kyle stepped beyond the barrier, he felt the shift in mana. The knight before him, tall and well-armored, stiffened slightly but did not reach for a weapon.
Instead, he removed his helmet and bowed with practiced grace.
"I am Barton Grace. One of Okla's commanding knights. I bring with me an opportunity of a lifetime, Lord Kyle Armstrong."
He introduced smoothly, his voice clear and authoritative.
Kyle narrowed his eyes, and behind the barrier, Sasha's stance tensed as well.
"An opportunity? That's a bold claim—especially for someone who arrives uninvited and with an entourage hidden in the trees."
Kyle echoed, tone flat.
Sir Barton let out a soft chuckle, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Ah, you noticed. They're not soldiers sent to threaten. They followed me out of loyalty, not under orders. I merely come as a messenger. These men are here by choice."
