Beneath the scorching sunlight, even the horses restlessly drew toward the shade. The Sun Sect's banner stood raised overhead, so naturally no one dared provoke them. No one except their own people.
As one of the Sun Sect's thirteen great knights, Liam's status was second only to the Pope's. At the same time, he was also the supreme commander of the army tasked with dealing with heretics.
With such a status, and with the mighty divine power brought by The Sun's blessing, there was nothing in this world he feared. Yet at this moment, Liam looked at the nuns ahead and could not stop frowning. The horse beneath him was restless as well, not daring to advance at all. Everyone could sense the dense power of faith on these women. They were blessed by the great Sun, and yet none of them had ever seen them before. What was especially bizarre was that within the Sun Sect, there was only one female believer.
That person held a noble status as a princess, a compromise the Pope had made to win over the Augustus imperial family. Beyond that, the Sun Sect did not believe soft, feminine women were qualified to touch the faith of The Sun.
And yet the grace upon these women before him was so pure and sacred. They even seemed completely untouched by the burning power of The Sun. He was great, and so was His power. If mortals touched it, calamity would surely follow. Liam had always accepted this understanding: The Sun granted power at a price. Not because The Sun was cruel, but because mortals were unworthy of touching it, and so they would be burned.
Every night, when the sunlight disappeared, he would feel a ball of fire burning inside him, wanting to burst out