A few minutes later, Tyberian arrived outside the church, stood before the five of them, made an inviting gesture, and said, "Please, come in."
Upon hearing this, Clara was about to head straight inside, but seemingly remembering something, she stopped. After thanking the bishop of the Church of Dawn before her, she finally walked into the church.
Yet after crossing the doors and entering the church, she realized she seemingly did not know the way, so she could only stand where she was and wait quietly.
The four people who entered after her looked at Clara standing not far away, each wearing a different expression.
Clara did not seem very clever today.
"Please follow me."
Hearing Tyberian's words, Clara quickly followed after him.
The other four silently followed behind her. They were neither too fast nor too slow, always keeping a certain distance and giving her room to adjust.
At the entrance to the divine hall, Velin leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching the palace gates as a trace of anticipation flashed in his eyes.
Before long, a burst of disorderly footsteps sounded out.
"Everyone, please come in. Lord Eternal Dawn Knight is inside."
"Thank you."
A voice rang out, causing Velin to narrow his eyes.
He knew that voice all too well.
Memories long sealed away slowly surfaced in his mind.
Countless conversations became clear once more.
"I never expected it to be her."
Less than half a minute later, a figure appeared at the palace gates. She had short hair cut to her ears, and her features were seventy percent similar to their mother's. She wore white, her right hand clenched around something unknown. Her left hand hung loose, yet it occasionally reached for her waist, whether from nervousness or mere habit, he could not