Kreeher took a step back, her left hand on the scabbard and her right hand on the hilt.

"I can't trust you, Kyal. I can't trust you right now. What if the memories you transmit to me later are fabricated by yourself?"

"So we can't reach an agreement... I have no choice but to forcibly cast a recovery spell on you. Whether you believe it or not after you accept the memories is up to you. People will only believe what they see."

【Improvement】

Kyal sighed softly, placed his right hand on his heart, and from his right hand, a green light emanated, enveloping his entire body before dimming and returning to normal.

He integrated the physical data of all the people he had collected by imitation over this period, selected the advantages of each of them, and installed them on his own body through modification, thereby improving his talent value and modifying the ratio of his talent value to better adapt to the upcoming battle.

Talent Values:

MP: 110→116→80

Physical attack: 50→53→100

Physical defense: 50→53→100

Magic Attack: 105→111→100

Magic Resistance: 125→132→50

Speed: 120→126→161

Total talent value: 560 → 591

Then, Kyal placed his hand on the hilt of the steel sword that was placed on the table beside him.

Both men drew their swords simultaneously. The swords flashed coldly as they faced each other, and the sound of clashing weapons echoed faintly in the air.

What if words become useless? What then?

Naturally, the outcome should be decided by sword, allowing the strong to determine the right to speak!