Since Sean entered the transformation phase before his advancement, nearly another week had passed. It was now Sunday morning, October 1st, Imperial Calendar 1157. The first hints of autumn had begun to slowly emerge.
In the open space of the small courtyard, as Sean continuously circulated the Knight Secret Method, waves of strange, visible energy swirled around him. Thor and the others stood some distance away, watching him intently.
Over the previous few days, they had gradually learned that Sean was about to advance. After that, whenever he trained each day, they would silently watch from a distance. Of course, this was also meant to prevent anyone from suddenly appearing and disturbing him.
Sean's advancement was tremendous good news for both his Knight Squires and Noble Servants. Setting aside his Knight Squires, even among his servants, there were not entirely no people harboring other thoughts.
However, the Empire where Sean lived had endured a thousand years of inheritance. The Empire had always been ruled by nobles for generations. Those rules, engraved into the hearts of ordinary commoners over a millennium, had influenced them constantly since birth, making them place noble interests above all else. It was almost a case of a master's glory becoming a servant's honor.
In a world where knowledge was not widespread and the common people were generally illiterate, so-called free will was difficult to arise unless stirred up by external forces. Since this world had no unrecognized religious sects, naturally no one could be crowned as another person's spiritual leader.
It had to be said that this had greatly surprised Sean. Yet as his understanding of this world deepened, he gradually came to understand. In a world with extraordinary power, there was simply no ground for hollow, false, and grandiose religions to exist.
Unless true gods