Meanwhile.
Having witnessed Reinhardt gradually descend into madness during his life-and-death struggle with the Fear Knight, even tearing a Demon apart with his bare hands, Ober, the dull-witted boy, was left completely dumbfounded.
He never would have dreamed that the short young boy who used to chase them around and beat them up every day at the training camp actually possessed such terrifying power.
After witnessing Knight An Jie's death, he had even thought Reinhardt would die in the span of a single breath.
Ober would never forget.
When the Fear Knight's blood-red robes, whipping in a fierce gust of wind, had suddenly appeared before him, Reinhardt's back had seemed so solid, so imposing.
'Your enemy is me, you mongrel Knight.'
It was as if Vice Commander Erich himself were standing before them.
Even though death already had him by the throat, the fire in Ober's heart hadn't diminished. He might not be the sharpest, but his knightly dreams and courage had never wavered!
