Punishment Priests and the Archbishop, a Battle Easily Concluded

Olaf Booker was just such a lucky man.

As a lone adventurer—though of course, he had not always been alone. In an environment like the Northlands, who could truly remain solitary?

He had been forced into solitude. Adventurers were full of conflicts. Ordinary people without education were always savage; among them, there were no rules, only the strong ruling over the weak.

Unfortunately, Olaf Booker had become one of the weak.

He had once thought himself terribly unlucky, but he no longer felt that way.

He had found them—the people of the Church of Dawn. In truth, he did not know any clergy of the Church of Dawn. The Imperial land where he lived had been cut off from the Church of Dawn for over a century.

But he recognized that emblem of the sun and cross.

He had never expected to be the first to find them, nor had he expected them to be nowhere deep in the Northlands. They were not far away—close enough that he could return to Northwind Province from memory alone.

"I... I've struck it rich. I'll bathe in dragon blood and become a noble Dragon Blood Knight. I'll... I'll have vast wealth. I'll have countless Gold Coins. I can own my own manor. I can... I'll buy a hundred maids. I'll... I'll..."

Olaf Booker trembled, then turned and ran madly. He had to get to Frozen Earth Territory. Lord Ryan would never break his word; he had never done such a thing. Even slaves could receive Lord Ryan's rewards. Damn it, Olaf was about to become one of those lucky men too. He would restore his family name, and all glory would shine because of him.

In the boundless world of snow, a patch of color appeared utterly out of place. It was