"And they must be under the age of fifteen, understand?"
"Sir, sir!"
Tajik was taken aback by the words, and despite the danger, he hurried forward and knelt before the Knight, saying:
"Our village really doesn't have that many children, please grant us some leniency this time."
"Please, I beg of you..."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding villagers began to murmur faintly.
Though some hoped their children would transcend social classes through the Hunting Ceremony, they understood, from the village elder's prior nagging, that it was merely sending them to their deaths.
It wasn't easy to raise a child; how could they be willing to do such a thing?
Listening to the voices around, the Black Armored Knight grew increasingly impatient, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.
Swish!
The Black Armored Knight waved his right hand, and a sound cut through the air instantly.
