"Enjoy the show? You've picked the worst ti to drop by. This isn't a place you should be. Get out of here—now."
Zofia's voice was firm.
She had a vague idea that Steven wasn't just so average bystander, but regardless of his strength, the danger outside was clearly aid at her.
There was no reason to get soone else—especially soone uninvolved—caught in the crossfire.
"She's right, Mister Steve," Maria added anxiously. "This isn't the ti to chat! We could be attacked at any mont, and if you stay, you'll be dragged into it. Please—leave now. We can talk after."
Compared to Zofia, Maria was far more innocent and clueless about Steven's real power.
To her, he was just a skinny, unremarkable Liberi boy. Getting him mixed up in this kind of conflict would only end badly.
What she couldn't possibly imagine was that this sa unassuming, black-haired teen had once been referred to as a The Black Hole Knight by the people of Kazimierz.
"Uh, I really don't think you two need to worry about so much," Steven said with an awkward shrug. "I can take care of myself, seriously. What you should be more concerned about… is what's happening outside. And honestly, even if I wanted to leave, it's a bit too late for that now."
He casually pointed toward the door.
Standing there—silent and nacing—was a group of strangers clad in black trench coats.
The look in their eyes was all the proof one needed: they weren't here for friendly conversation.
Their hands gripped sleek, composite crossbows that glead under the dim hospital lights—lethal and cold.
Steven had barely stepped into the room when these guys had moved in to block the exit.
It was clear that saying "I was just passing by" wouldn't fly anymore.
Walking in had been easy.
Getting out? Not so much.
But that was fine. He had never planned on leaving anyway. He ca for the front-row seat. No way he was walking out before the show started.
"You've really done it now," Zofia sighed, her tone a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Even if you wanted to deny involvent, it's way too late."
With the door blocked, she gritted her teeth and reached for the only usable weapon she could find—what looked like a broken chair leg.
She clutched it tightly, positioning herself between Maria and the approaching enemies.
It wasn't that she didn't want a better weapon—she just didn't have one. She was hospitalized, for crying out loud. Who walks into a hospital wearing armor?
The only other "weapon" in the room was in Maria's hands—a mop she'd sohow managed to pull from... sowhere.
The girl was dressed in nothing more than a plain tracksuit. Facing off against a group of heavily ard black-clad soldiers, she looked completely out of her depth.
Then, one man stepped forward from the group.
He wore a tidy suit, his slicked-back hair giving him the air of a company spokesman. His face was all fake smiles and hollow courtesy as he glanced around the room.
"Ladies, please don't make this more difficult than it needs to be. We'd just like to invite you to the K.G.C.C for a chat. If you cooperate, no one will be hurt."
He didn't wait for a response.
With a slight wave of his hand, the rest of the trench-coated figures surged into the room, surrounding the three of them in an instant, weapons raised and ready.
From beginning to end, the man never once acknowledged Steven's presence—like he didn't even exist. And yet, the weapons unmistakably pointed in his direction. They made it clear: he wasn't just so invisible bystander.
"What reason do we have to go with you?" Zofia narrowed her eyes. "You co in like this, pointing weapons at us and expect cooperation? Don't you think that's pushing it a little?"
The man in the suit didn't even flinch. "It doesn't matter, Ms. Whislash. I'm simply here to deliver a ssage. Whether or not you choose to comply is up to you. I won't stop you. But you'll bear the consequences."
With that, the middle-aged man—still wearing his hollow smile—gave a subtle glance to his n.
The black-clad enforcers stepped forward in unison, closing in on the two girls.
They are just two unard won, there is no real threat. Sure, they had the Nearl family blood in them. But so what? Every one of these agents had once been a battle-hardened knight. Subduing two patients in a hospital room wouldn't even count as a warm-up.
As for the young boy who is standing quietly in the corner—he might as well have been furniture.
A weak-looking Liberi with nothing on him? What kind of trouble could he possibly cause?
The man from the K.G.C.C prided himself on his insight. In Kazimierz's Grand Knight Territory, he knew every big-na knight worth worrying about. And this scrawny kid? Not even a registered knight. Why bother taking him seriously?
None of the blackcoats even tried to restrain Steven. They just aid their crossbows lazily at his waist—like that was enough to neutralize him.
anwhile, Zofia and Maria both looked like they were preparing to resist, but one glance out the window made their hearts sink.
Outside was a sea of bodies. Rows of similarly dressed blackcoats flooded the grounds around the hospital.
There was no way out.
Zofia's injuries still hadn't healed. Even moving caused her pain. And Maria—she was still just a young, untrained filly. Sure, she had the Nearl family blood, but without armor or weapons, what could she realistically do?
They weren't escaping this—not right now.
"It's alright. Just play along for now," Steven said suddenly, as calm as ever. He turned to the two girls with a reassuring smile, raising his eyes toward the sky. "The weather's on our side today. They won't be getting what they want."
His words were cryptic at best.
Zofia and Maria exchanged confused glances.
What is he talking about?
Did he really think a sudden change in the weather was going to blow all these guys away?
Still, with no other option in sight, the two reluctantly lowered their makeshift weapons.
One step at a ti—it was all they could do.
They were escorted out of the hospital shortly afterward.
To his credit, the middle-aged man from the K.G.C.C kept his word.
Seeing the girls cooperate, he didn't bother shackling them or issuing harsh orders. He simply had a few crossbown keep a close watch as they led the trio toward the front entrance.
Waiting there was a convoy of vehicles—ready to transport them straight to the Federation's headquarters.
Once they got Zofia back under control, the rest would fall into place.
Even the returning Radiant Knight wouldn't be able to act out of line… or so they believed.
As for Steven… the middle-aged man cast a glance at the strangely cooperative youth—too cooperative, even.
Sothing about the boy's calm, almost casual deanor gnawed at him, wrapping his heart in a layer of unease.
'No… sothing's wrong with this one.'
Maybe it would be best to deal with him quietly, sowhere out of sight.
He didn't know who the boy was or what his connection to the Nearl sisters might be, but anyone dragged into this ss wouldn't have a happy ending anyway.
Having made up his mind, the man urged the group to keep moving.
But then he noticed sothing odd: Steven, walking at the front, had stopped in his tracks the mont they stepped outside.
He stood there, head tilted back, gazing at the sky.
The weather in the Grand Knight Territory was pristine today.
The sky stretched endlessly, clear and azure—a view so beautiful it might lull a person into comfort.
But that wasn't what Steven was waiting for.
"What are you doing? Quit dawdling—get in the car!"
One of the blackcoats behind him barked, giving the boy a rough shove from behind.
But the push might as well have been against a mountain.
No matter how much force he used, Steven didn't move.
Not an inch.
The slender boy standing in front of him had rooted himself to the ground, literally immovable.
"Hey, no need to rush," Steven said calmly.
He finally lowered his head, smiling at the confused n in black.
Then, in a strange sing-song voice, he chirped out a string of syllables:
"Ah Le Le?"
"What the hell's with the 'ah Le Le' crap?! I'll oh your damn head in a minute—get moving or I swear I'll make you!"
The middle-aged man scowled and cursed under his breath.
He couldn't be bothered to figure out whatever nonsense Steven was spouting.
He gestured to one of the guards: Take him down.
But Steven only shook his head—almost regretfully, like he was disappointed they hadn't caught on.
Still, he quickly pulled himself back together.
"In that case," he said, stepping lightly to the side to dodge the blow aid at his neck with near-effortless grace, "I'll just have to be a bit more direct."
Then, after a small cough, he spoke again—this ti with the clear, steady tone of a professional newscaster:
"This is Steve, bringing you today's forecast—clear skies, changing to teorfall."
Before his words had even fully registered, the sky answered.
A golden streak split the heavens, cutting through the blue like a teor burning in reverse. And then it grew brighter—so bright it seed to cast shadows at midday.
"Huh?!"
The blackcoats barely had ti to react before the golden teor slamd into the ground just ahead of them.
BOOM.
An explosive shockwave roared across the plaza, sending everyone nearby stumbling backward. Even the most battle-hardened of them couldn't resist the force—they were scattered like leaves in the wind.
And when the blinding light finally began to fade…
There, standing tall with a golden lance in hand, was a figure they all recognized.
A familiar presence—radiant, unshakable, and terrifyingly powerful.
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