The captain of the Slane Theocracy's elite Sunlight Holy Scripture was a middle-aged man around thirty.
His facial features were sharply defined, with prominent angles, and his receding hairline was rather concerning.
He had a fierce-looking face, and whenever he sternly set his expression, he could frighten children into tears.
This Sunlight Holy Scripture captain, renowned for his severity, was currently staring dumbfounded at the young girl in the courtyard.
The girl had short silver hair and azure eyes carrying a trace of spiritual grace. From the very first glance, people would lower their guard and wholeheartedly enjoy the peace she brought.
But... the scene before him... made Negen, an elite, question his entire life.
The girl continuously pulled all kinds of items from the pockets of her skirt. Especially those staves over a meter long—watching her pull them out one after another from her pockets was indescribably bizarre.
Was it spatial magic, or a divine artifact?
Negen did not know, nor did he dare step forward and disturb the girl.
Standing beside the girl was the Wind High Priest, Dominic Ire Bados, a former member of the Sunlight Holy Scripture.
When he saw the Wind High Priest walking toward him, Negen hurried forward to greet him.
"My lord."
"Mm." The Wind High Priest nodded. "Come with me."
Negen obediently followed.
The two came to a corner of the courtyard. Vines concealed the area, and the small pavilion was a natural cool retreat from the summer heat.
"Do you remember the mission I told you about last time?"
"Yes, my lord." Negen straightened his back. "We will dispatch a small force disguised as Imperial soldiers, lure out the Kingdom Warrior Chief Gazef through violent means, then kill him with magic. Finally, we will pin everything on the Empire."
The Wind