He recognized the single-feathered silver badge worn on the messenger's chest—it belonged to the Silver Wings, the knightly order to which Felsa belonged.

Philsa quickly stepped forward to greet them, and the two exchanged Silverwing badges. Then, although it was their first meeting, they quickly became acquainted because they belonged to the same group.

You know, meeting your companions in such a remote town is an incredibly wonderful thing.

After exchanging names, the messenger delivered a message to Firsa and personally handed him a palm-sized receipt for collecting the package.

The narrator said that if they still couldn't find Philsa, they would have to use the magic telephone to have someone leave a message for him on the message boards of the knights' guilds in various places.

After complaining for a while, the narrator then took out his notebook and, based on brief notes, told him the original content of the message.

Mr. Fang Ente, the captain of the seventh squad of the Silver Wing Knights—the very squad to which Philsa belongs—is going to recall Philsa to headquarters to discuss important matters.

Apart from him, all the other team members have arrived at headquarters and are ready to be deployed at any time.

After completing his dictation, the messenger hurriedly bid farewell to his companions and departed for his next destination. Philsa waved goodbye, then turned and entered the Knights' Guild, finding a seat against the wall and falling into deep thought. He was contemplating none other than Captain Fangent's urgent recall of Philsa.

The reason for urgently summoning all team members was undoubtedly to discuss strategies and battle plans to defeat the Demon Lord Fred.

However, he wasn't considering the reason for the gathering, but rather...

While Philsa's thinking might be a bit of an overreaction, ... since the battle with General Kaireser on the Tower of Reversal, so much time has passed, and Kaireser has yet to report "that matter" to his superiors.

The matter in question was that Philsa was a demon, or "demon." Although he had always fulfilled his duties as a knight, slaying demons and enemies, and could swear that he had never done anything immoral, the fact that he was a demon could not be changed.

After being defeated by Kaiser, he was filled with fear that his identity as a "demon," which he had tried so hard to hide all these years, would be exposed by righteous people, and he was also afraid of being ostracized by his peers and being besieged.

To his surprise, what he feared did not happen.

Even if General Kerese was constantly busy with affairs and wandering around, it's impossible that he wouldn't have thought of using a messenger to maintain contact with the Knights.

Was Kel'Thuzad deliberately letting him go? No, that's not right. He immediately dismissed the idea. The radiant light emanating from Kel'Thuzad's emblem once gave him a sense of majesty that would not rest until he was dead.

It is conceivable that this Silverwing General, who inherited the Thunder Crest, deeply abhorred the demons invading the human world and wished he could eliminate them immediately.

After a moment, Philsa shook his head abruptly, ending these endless thoughts. A short while later, he left his seat and, using the identification card he had used to collect the package, retrieved it from the mailroom on the second floor of the guild building.

The package held in his hands was very light, but it was undoubtedly a valuable item. In fact, it was a gift specially given to Philsa by his mentor, Mr. Shengzefei, to mark his three years of service in the Knights. It was a special defensive armored gauntlet shield—that's what Seris said. However, upon opening the package, Philsa found only a completely black ring lying inside.

This bracelet is not much larger or heavier than a regular bracelet.

Back in the bedroom, Philsa tried it on on her right arm without saying a word.

A strange surge of magical energy surged through the skin that touched the ring, traveling from the pulse into the magical veins. As this sensation began to spread throughout the body, golden patterns appeared on the ring as if cracking, with faint points of light rising from within the patterns and swirling rhythmically in the air.

The magical particles, resembling specks of light, condensed into a heptagon near the right arm; this was the front of the magic shield.

The defensive armor seems capable of withstanding most magical and spell attacks head-on.

However, we'll only know how well it actually performs in real-world scenarios.

Philsa withdrew her magic, but instead of taking it off, she left it on her wrist, intending to carry it with her just like her sword.

He thought the main reason for his previous crushing defeat was probably that he didn't have any weapons on hand to defend against his opponent's magical martial arts techniques.

Regarding the previous crushing defeat, Philsa decided that the next thing to do was to find out the details of the enemy who controlled the flames.

He was heading to the library on the fifth floor of the guild building, holding onto the handrail as he climbed the long staircase, wondering who this persistent guy could be.

"Before we fight again, could you tell me your name?"

You have no right to know my name!

"You...are Vanrexor? Or..."

"You are not allowed to utter the name of my regiment's highest commander without permission!"

Philsa recalled that the man had inadvertently acknowledged his identity; he belonged to the Royal Knights under the command of Van Rexor.

Therefore, he synthesized several key points—

Originally a warrior from the Kingdom era. Belonging to the Royal Knights. Skilled in using the Fire Fist magic martial art.

And they possess the emblem of fire. There is only one intersection for these four clues. Following the directions these clues lead to, and by consulting documents and records about the Royal Knights, Philsa arrived at an answer that astonished him beyond measure.

"Infernal Asura" - Van Titeren, originally an Eastern martial monk, became a royal knight after being personally conferred a title by Van Rexor.

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