The room fell silent as the commander of the royal guards approached Derik with his hands placed on the hilt of the sheathed saber firmly. This man was about 5.9ft tall and had a scar with ran across the left side of his face, stretching down to his thick black mustache. It was obvious that this man had received a fatal blow in a battle which rendered his left eye useless.
This man just like every other royal guard member wore a blood red knights armor which had the royal family crest boldly imprinted on it. Even though this man was from the guardian knight class, there was this aura that oozed out of his body which made everyone take a step back. He was a peak grade of the bronze rated fighter and was only a step away from entering the sliver level realm. "I'll only ask once… boy!... Step aside and let his highness pass" The man roared
"Hahahahahaha!"
