Dominic woke up, shaking off his grogginess, and after dismissing his subordinates, he bowed deeply to Ghislain.

“I believe you.”

“You don’t sound like you do.”

“I do. Truly.”

“If you really believed me, you wouldn’t say it like that.”

“……”

The truth was, Dominic still harbored a shred of doubt. Yet, the uncanny resemblance to the portrait and the overwhelming display of power made it hard to deny.

Dominic was no amateur—his skills rivaled those of a mid-level knight. Even while pretending to be drunk, it should have been impossible to knock him out with a single punch.

And …