A quiet night breeze swept in.
Kano sat on the rooftop, gazing into the distance. He was a respected paladin, but at that moment, his expression was uncertain. Moonlight illuminated his handsome profile, and he seemed utterly adrift. Lakeside Town was quiet at night, with only the occasional bark of a dog breaking the silence. The Patrol Guard changed shifts at regular intervals. Ever since demons had appeared, many human towns had tightened their defenses. Tonight, the moonlight was somewhat dim, faintly tinged with blood, an unsettling sight.
"What's wrong?"
A tall, slender figure appeared beside Kano. At first glance, his face was so beautiful that one could easily mistake him for a woman, but a closer look made it clear that he was a man.
He was a wood elf.
Wood elves lived in forest regions and were a branch of the High Elves. Their lifespans were only around three hundred years. They had inherited the High Elves' beauty, and they were all natural-born marksmen.
"Nothing."
Kano shook his head gently. As a paladin, he actually found it very difficult to find an adventuring party willing to accept him.
It was a sad thing indeed.
Pure goodness and justice were, somehow, things people could not accept. Kano had traveled alone for a long time. Other adventurers did not shun him, but they were unwilling to travel with paladins. They feared the unnecessary trouble paladins might attract, feared their excessive sense of justice, and might even themselves be the sort of evil people paladins condemned.
Kano had wandered alone for a long time.
His mission to uphold justice had guided him onward and made him stronger and stronger!
Yet it had never helped him find his true direction. The recent changes in the world, in particular, had left him more