Randall's return along with the eighty soldiers allowed Ethan to push his plans further.
Those eighty soldiers were now veterans and had all reached the Intermediate Stage.
With their strength, Ethan decided to craft an elite Knight Squad.
However, a small issue made him freeze.
"Now what should I name this?" He scratched his hair, trying to come up with something that sounded decent.
"Uncle Randall, any suggestions?"
"Uh... What about Super Knights?" Randall suggested.
Ethan stared at him for a second, then pretended he never heard it. He slowly turned toward Oliver.
"You?"
"Supreme Knight!"
"..."
Ethan blinked his eyes in silence, staring at the two of them.
'One spoke Super. Another said Supreme. Why is their naming sense so distorted?'
"My Lord... Have you thought of any?" they asked together, looking at him with bright expectations.
Ethan felt pressure building in his chest. He took a deep breath and said, "How about Black Blank Knights."
"..."
