The priests of the Silent Temple paid no attention to Nora and the others' chatter.
They simply walked on in silence.
Ignati led the way, and the Buriers could see only his back.
"Patriarch."
Ignati halted and turned around. At some point, all the Buriers had stopped and were looking at him.
As Ignati's gaze swept over them, the Buriers straightened up and struck their chests with clenched fists in unison.
This was a gesture used only on the battlefield. After donning their visors, their heavy armor made speaking difficult, so they struck their armor to declare their resolve.
Ignati swallowed and met the Buriers' eyes, finding nothing but unwavering determination in them.
The last time he had seen such a sight was when they had faced the Empire's musketeers. Clad in heavy armor, they had prepared to charge into battle, with no one knowing whether they would return alive.
Now, the Buriers no longer wore Icefield Heavy Armor, nor did they carry Tower Shields and Flails, but the determination in their eyes remained unchanged.
It was as if a battlefield still lay before them, and they were still a band of fearless warriors.
Nini gave the Silent Temple priests a long look, then leaned close to Nora and whispered, "They're quite loyal."
Nora glanced at her and gave a soft snort.
"The Silent Temple—you can call them stubborn, conservative, ignorant, backward, but they have never lacked courage, whether in war or in reform." There was a trace of longing and nostalgia in Nora's voice. "They are warriors. Only a fearless will can pierce through the high walls of reality. Did you think merely seeing all this would scare them out of their minds?"
After witnessing Castel's power and invincibility, the Buriers had indeed wavered. Their resolve had been put