"What a young knight." Mogiana's green eyes fixated on Coniel: "To be promoted to Company Commander at such a young age, he must have remarkable traits."
"Yes, that's right. What surprises me is that this kid has already grown to this level." Laine looked at the young knight with fuzz on his lips, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.
Among the White Wolf Knights, there is no concept of nepotism. In Yurik's eyes, the only ones worthy of becoming White Wolf Knights must be fierce, bold, and a bit cunning like a wolf. Only by offering sufficient military merits and spoils to Yurik at the White Wolf Divine Hall can they prove their glory.
