An unsettled current spread continuously through the small town steeped in a grim, murderous atmosphere.
As they watched the young man descend from the sky and suddenly land in the center of town, countless faces flushed red with excitement.
Even Quellerus felt his heart stir when he saw the young man.
The young man did not seem to possess a particularly strong presence, yet when he landed on the ground and stood bathed in everyone's gazes and cheers, countless people suddenly realized that he had blended into the scene so naturally, without the slightest sense of discord.
It was as though the young man had been born to stand as he did now, admired by countless people and supported by countless others—so extraordinary, so great.
And the longer they looked at him, the stronger the feeling in their hearts became.
They felt that the young man was the center of the world.
They felt that the young man was the master of heaven and earth.
It was not the bearing of a king, but a temperament that was more transcendent, more mysterious, and more boundless.
No one had ever seen such a temperament in another person, including Quellerus and the others.
Thus, whenever their gazes fell upon the young man, their hearts trembled instinctively in waves, in addition to their excitement.
The handsome man with the roguish smile reined in his expression. The lively, mischievous girl's eyes shone with wonder. Even the girl with an angelic face and noble bearing felt as though no one else remained in her sight but that young man, and she could no longer look away.
"Is he the Savior we have been waiting for all this time?"
When that thought arose in their hearts, the first emotion countless people felt was delight.
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