Legolas was visibly shocked. His eyes widened significantly upon the mention of the title, the Sword Saint.
He immediately pushed himself up from his seat, moving with the quickness of a trained warrior, and performed a deep, deferential bow toward Armin.
"Forgive my insolence, Saint," Legolas said, his tone genuinely apologetic. "I couldn't recognize you, as... you still look quite young."
There were very few individuals who commanded respect across the entire continent, regardless of their background or station.
These were the warriors who held the title of Saint—those who had pursued a single path to its absolute pinnacle.
Whether one was a King or a high-ranking Royal, protocol dictated that they must show reverence, as the Saints were recognized as some of the strongest existences on the planet.
"Haha! I've maintained it quite well, Prime Minister," Armin replied with an easy smile, accepting the reverence without changing his relaxed posture.
