After Kyle defeated Garret, not many of the other elites dared to step forward.
They understood clearly now—Kyle was out of their league. There was no point in challenging him.
Instead, they turned to each other and began sparring among themselves to prove their worth.
One by one, after settling their own matches, the elites came back and accepted the contract Kyle offered. They signed their names without hesitation.
Once the papers were signed, a few of the older mercenaries approached Kyle.
One of them, a burly man with scars across his arms, spoke up.
"Your offer is too good, my lord. Why are you doing this? Men like us don't expect good treatment."
Kyle stood calmly, hands behind his back.
"Because loyalty is hard to find. And when you find it, there's no price too high to pay."
He said simply.
The men looked at each other, surprised by his answer.
Kyle continued, his voice steady.
