The Silver Knight didn't expect Roland's actions to be so swift.
They were a bit bewildered.
If you ask the proponents of change to stand up, not many would be willing to.
If you ask the opponents to stand up, likewise, not many would rise.
Neutral parties are always the most numerous.
Roland's gaze slowly swept across the room, like a sharp blade, piercing each knight's heart.
A few knights, who were eager to stand, recalled Roland's means and sat back down.
What's wrong with this chair, it's even got burrs—are they not letting people sit?
Most knights chose to respect reality, while some were unwilling.
Tradition is tradition precisely because someone insists on it.
Despite Roland having the Empress's favor, immense strength, and making compelling arguments, they just couldn't accept giving up the glory of close combat.
The elderly knight who had just spoken proudly raised his head and stood up.
Seeing him stand, a few more knights stood up.
