Carmen and Ciel weren’t the only ones who had suddenly returned to the Lionheart Clan’s main house. Led by their captain, Carmen, the entire Third Division of the Black Lion Knights arrived at the house.

‘Still, there are only ten people in the division,’ Eugene thought as he scratched his head.

Only the members of the Lionheart Clan could become Black Lion Knights. That was why they had an overwhelmingly few number of knights compared to other elite orders.

However, Eugene was also well aware that the power of a knightly order wasn’t decided by the number of members. The party that had killed three demon kings only had five members, Hamel included.

“If you’re talking about the best knights on the continent, six orders must be mentioned,” Carmen said. “The Blood Cross Knights of Yuras, the Violent Tide Knights of Shimuin, the White Dragon Knights of Kiehl, the White Fang Knights of Ruhr, the Sand Scorpion Knights of Nahama, and us, the Black Lion Knights.”

These knightly orders had one thing in common: they worked for the royal families of their respective countries. The only exception was the Black Lion Knights of the Lionheart Clan. Eugene couldn’t grasp Carmen’s intention in bringing up the story and stared at her blankly.

“Some boneheads say that the Black Lion Knights aren’t as skilled as other knights who work for the royal family, but I don’t think so. We may have fewer men, but the Black Lion Knights are the best, skill-wise.” Carmen proudly finished her speech.

“Yeah…well…”

“Would you like to join the strongest knights?”

“I don’t want to,” Eugene answered with a disgusted face. He had already declined several times, but Carmen hadn’t given up yet.

“I can’t understand you.”

“I can’t understand you either, Lady Carmen. How many times do I...