…Knights were a pain in the ass to deal with.

They obsessed over honor in every little thing, and their stubbornness was stronger than iron chains.

But at the same time, paradoxically, a knight without stubbornness wasn’t a knight at all.

They possessed unyielding willpower and relentless tenacity, willing to throw themselves into the fires of hell if it meant upholding their lord’s honor and orders.

That’s why, even if knights were troublesome to deal with, they could never be ignored.

Even if their combat prowess was weak, their unyielding will and loyalty made them difficult to break.

No matter how much overwhelming force was used against them, they wouldn’t submit.

Instead, they would see pain and suffering as mere trials—challenges to prove their knighthood.

That was why Ihan, despite not particularly liking arrogant knights, never despised or underestimated them.

A true knight was a being worthy of respect.

And because of that—

‘This bastard isn’t a knight.’

It was only natural that a fraud like this didn’t deserve any respect.

“I—I was just following orders from above! I was told to ignore the young miss, to leave her alone… A-A knight must obey the commands of his superiors, don’t you think…?”

Perhaps it was because he had seen the chill in Ihan’s gaze—

The man’s words grew weaker, his voice trailing off.

Cold sweat dripped down his face.

Because he knew.

He could see it in Ihan’s scornful stare—

He wasn’t a real knight.

‘This bastard probably became a knight through connections or got knighted by some idiot noble.’

There were plenty of those types.

They called themselves knights—yet had less honor than mercenaries and cared more about profit than merchants.

They were ‘mercenary knights,’ or simply, ‘wandering knights.’

And Ihan was certain this man belonged to that category.

Because—

What kind of knight followed the vague orders of ‘superiors’ rather than his own lord?

What kind of knight ignored his lord’s own bloodline?

What kind of knight caved under a little bit of force and spilled information so easily?

Even the White Cats, whom he despised, might have lacked decency—but they weren’t dumb enough to betray their own masters so easily.

And Ihan hadn’t even tortured this guy.@@novelbin@@

He had simply restrained him.

Yet the man was already whining like a beaten dog.

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