Archbishop Dean stepped through a field of blood and filth into Carlos Royal City.
Grant Teton had done the one thing that was most correct: he had summoned the Red Scale Knight Legion to defend the palace of the King of Carlos. This would, to the greatest extent possible, prevent the Holy Light Knights descending from the sky from directly threatening the king's safety.
But that also meant the areas outside the Royal Palace yet within the royal city had been completely seized by the Church of Dawn.
"Your Majesty, I come on behalf of the Church of Dawn. The great Lord bestows the radiance of The Sun upon His children, while those who have thrown themselves in with the Florian Empire will never again touch the warm sunlight."
The air was cold, and so were Archbishop Dean's words. The King of Carlos stood among the nobles and swallowed. Whether it was the empire or the church, he lacked the confidence to offend either.
"Fallen ones of the Church of Dawn, the true servants of The Sun are only the Church of Light of the Florian Empire."
"By means of theft, you use the Divine Essence of the Eternal Kingdom. Just who is blaspheming against the Lord of Dawn? Don't you know that yourselves?" Grant looked coldly at Archbishop Dean amid the densely packed army outside. He had not expected this Church of Dawn army to be so numerous. The Red Scale Knight Legion had slaughtered thousands inside the city, yet still could not reach the end of this force.
"By tomorrow at the latest, every part of the Kingdom of Carlos will have noticed something strange in the royal city. When that time comes, you'll have nowhere to run."
"The empire's army will arrive as well. Archbishop, you're about