"The Empire's reinforcements seem a little heretical."
In the Feather Dragon Legion, Commander Aiffel watched the soldiers who had transformed into Dragonkin Warriors, his scalp tingling. They did not resemble living beings at all, but rather the servants of a deity.
"Servants summoned by a human noble? But whom does he serve?"
Knight Damon looked toward Ryan. In the eyes of this Holy Kingdom Knight, the Divine Grace upon Ryan was exceedingly potent.
Archbishop Adriana had once said that no one could question the blessings Ryan had received from the Dawn Faith.
Her words were beyond dispute. Not even the Holy Kingdom Knight before them could deny them.
It was precisely because of his absolute loyalty to the Lord of Dawn and trust in the Sun's greatness that Damon, seeing the Divine Blessing of Dawn upon Ryan, had no choice but to question Aiffel's words—even though the Dragonkin Warriors before him clearly had nothing to do with the Lord of Dawn.
Even seeing it with his own eyes, he still believed more deeply in the glory of the Lord of Dawn.
"I cannot accept the claim that he is a heretic. He bears the Divine Blessing of the Lord of Dawn."
Aiffel did not dwell on the matter. He was more concerned with the present.
"Then what do we do now?"
"The demon army—unless the Evil God descends more Abyssal source power, those demons are no match for this legion of weapons. Damn it, where did this Baron get such terrifying power? He turned humans directly into weapons of war."
Damon did not know what to do either. As a knight, the matters he was responsible for did not require much thinking.
"I need to know why Duchess Vera betrayed us. Her faith had long since belonged to Dawn."
Knight