The knights saluted once more, rushing out of the hall to prepare for the impending conflict, while Liebbe Castro stood there, eyes gleaming with cold, calculated malice.
He tapped his feet against the ground, feeling anxious. "Shadow Guard!" he yelled.
Suddenly, the shadow guards appeared, kneeling before him. "Yes, my lord," they responded in unison.
"I want you to kill Alexander, the Hero Leader," he commanded, his voice laced with cold determination.
The shadow guards fell silent, exchanging hesitant glances.
"What is it? Why aren't you saying anything?" he demanded, irritation creeping into his tone.
The shadow guards shifted uneasily, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. "None, not even those from the underground, will dare face Alexander," one of them finally spoke up. "He has earned a strong reputation—known as the God of Grinding, a new type of god. He's the Hero Leader who defeated the Demon King, and he hails from another world."
