The elite force of fifty Demon Hunter Knights had ultimately returned with only three survivors.
The sixth-rank Dawn Knight in silver armor and wielding a golden sword had also fallen into a near-death state.
"To think something like this happened..."
Romain quietly listened as Agata told him everything she knew.
He realized that while he had still been repairing dirt roads and building cattle sheds in Sigg Town, a small-scale yet exceptionally fierce and brutal war had erupted across the northern lands.
Its devastation had far exceeded everyone's expectations.
An entire force of Demon Hunter Knights had nearly been wiped out.
The Nightmare Witch called Shasta had been one of the factors behind it.
"You may go back," Romain said to Agata.
She left obediently.
This village woman did not know what Demon Hunter Knights represented.
But Romain knew very well. They were one of the Church's strongest armed forces; only Judgment Knights and Sanctuary Knights could compare to them, while the Demon Hunter Knights possessed the most extensive combat experience.
Any single Demon Hunter Knight could easily kill Aaron or Green. Even if the two joined forces, they would still be unable to defeat one.
Over the years, they had fought campaigns everywhere, battle-hardened and renowned.
Yet now they had suffered a crushing defeat in the northern lands, and even a sixth-rank Dawn Knight had nearly failed to return.
The Church was a colossal entity. Any move it made could affect the whole situation.
Agata had merely been a fish caught in the crossfire, simply because the Church was fishing dry the waters.
Romain believed this was an omen.
This situation would only grow worse, and more and more innocent bystanders would be caught up in it.
The Church would not let the matter rest.
Those Demon Hunter Knights