A holy knight's "unburden" was essentially close-fitting protective gear. Thanks to high-grade materials and enchantments, it could provide solid defense despite looking light and thin.
They had helmets as well, but they were usually hung from their horses.
Holy knights who also possessed magical techniques typically wielded rapiers that could serve in place of wands.
These rapiers possessed excellent magical conductivity, making them especially suited for channeling holy light and causing them to shine brilliantly, thus making the holy knight the most eye-catching person in any crowd.
With Albert's help, Dark changed into the same "unburden." It was predominantly silver-white, with deep blue lining. A holy knight's medal with a golden chain hung from his right breast, and even his sword bore a golden scabbard, making for an exceptionally ornate appearance.
Now fifteen years old, Dark Demon had surpassed one meter seventy-five in height. Though he was still slightly shorter standing beside Albert, his growth had always been steady. Reaching over one meter eighty before he stopped growing should not be a problem.
Dressed as a holy knight, he looked more righteous than usual. Simply standing there with his right hand resting on his sword gave people the feeling that they wanted to ask him for help.
"Very good, very good! You really were born to be a holy knight!" Albert praised, forcefully patting both his shoulders.
Dark smiled faintly, then drew his sword and casually flourished it. His swordsmanship fundamentals were fairly sound, and with the boost from his nearly [Saint]-like physical abilities, even wielding only a sword was enough for him to defeat powerful magical beasts.
But the Black Soil was now more dangerous than even when the Demon Race still existed. It was not impossible to suddenly encounter a magical beast nearly equal to a god.
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