Bearlo had just defeated the monster. But there was no triumph in his heart.
Why am I still so weak?
His mind echoed with the bitter thought.
Why can't I be of help to my liege?
The orc had been at the same rank as him. And yet… He couldn't finish it alone. His liege had to step in.
It had only been a few days since he swore his loyalty. Since then, his liege had grown stronger, faster and sharper.
But Bearlo? Still the same.
He clenched his fists.
If I fought him now… he would defeat me. Not even needing a trap.
He was aware of his weakness. And that made it even worse.
Just then, his ears twitched as he felt vibrations around him.
He turned toward the entrance and froze.
Not one.
Not two.
Fourteen.
Fourteen orcs, slicing through the dense white mist, coming towards the entrance of the cave.
"My liege…" His voice trembled slightly as he called his master.
But his resolve didn't waver. A calm washed over him.
If it meant keeping his liege alive,
