The Holy Church's camp was so exquisite that it hardly looked like a temporary encampment. Apart from the palace manifested by the Field Card, there were also many decorative structures hastily built around its perimeter.
"I heard that Paladin education includes arts classes as well. Most Paladins can sing and dance, and know at least one craft. Those stone sculptures displayed outside might be works the Paladins made in their spare time."
Dark pondered as he observed the surroundings, a smile gradually returning to his face. A few minutes later, they arrived before the palace. The two silver-armored Paladins stopped at the entrance and took up positions on either side, while a white-robed priest who had been waiting there took over the duty of "guide" and led them onward.
By the time they finally reached the reception room, ten minutes had passed since they entered the barrier.
"Please stop there, you two." Just as Dark was about to enter, the priest suddenly raised his hand, blocking him and the maids behind him.
Dark immediately frowned.
In a remarkably gentle tone, the priest said, "The two young ladies may wait in the lounge next door. We have prepared tea and pastries for you."
Dark's brow relaxed as he said, "Father. Since you were unaware, I won't hold it against you. These two belong to my sister; they are not maids."
The priest's expression shifted. He immediately composed himself and said, "Please, all three of you."
Dark gave a slight nod and stepped through the door.
A faint smile appeared on Oli's face, and she entered after him together with Angri.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the sound of strings and woodwinds entered his ears. A beautiful melody played softly in the reception room, while a light fragrance permeated the air,