Botis's Apprehension

Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

"Rumble..."

Several carriages sped down the street. Their bodies were plain black, without any decorations or insignias. Even their windows were pitch-black, making it impossible to see what lay inside.

Inside one of the swaying carriages, Luther leaned against the wall of the compartment with his eyes closed, analyzing matters in his mind.

Black Knight.

Shadows, filth, spreading Degeneration, ushering in despair.

And what did the Evernight Goddess symbolize?

Darkness.

Pure darkness.

To a certain extent, it matched the name "Black Knight."

Could what he was doing now also be understood as leading his subordinates to crusade against enemies on behalf of darkness, as a knight should? According to that theory, after conquering evil in the Goddess's name—darkness—his Potion should be further digested.

Luther felt that this was truly good news.

If his thoughts were correct, he needed to form a squad of his own to make his Acting more convenient. No matter what, the title "knight" clearly carried connotations of protection, crusading, and battle. Whether within shadows or darkness, he had to remain true to himself while carrying out battle.

The carriage jolted before gradually coming to a stop.

Outside the compartment, someone hurried over and said respectfully, "Your Excellency the Deacon, we've arrived."

From the voice, it should be Soest.

"Mm."

Luther came back to his senses and replied indifferently. The carriage door was then pulled open from outside, where several team members waited: Soest, Leonard, and Miss Daly, who was studying him intently.

They're all quite capable. I can consider pulling them out and forming a new squad of my own. And I need an assistant to handle everyday matters for me... There are more things for the Church's higher-ups to do than I expected.

Luther thought to himself as he stepped down from