After the Order of the Radiant Heart began rebuilding, a large number of young knights were brought into its ranks. These young people were all very good—young, kind, and passionate—but that was not enough! Far from enough!
Although Makelele looked much like an old farmer, his methods were ten times harsher than Weslan's! He would not allow the knights under his command to do anything that went against the spirit of the order. The reason Makelele had been able to reverse the Order of the Radiant Heart's decline over the years was precisely because of this.
"Yes, Grand Commander!"
Young Irvincent did not resent Makelele's reprimand. Instead, he continually reflected on his own impatience, while stealing a glance at Makelele with both admiration and a hint of fear. Makelele's hardline ways did make many people somewhat uncomfortable, but no one could say a word against his personal charisma.
As an ascetic paladin, Makelele had no ornate armor. He possessed only a worn old suit of armor that he had worn for decades and patched countless times. From the outside, the place this armor most belonged was probably a garbage heap. Nor did it bear any enchantments; it was simply an utterly ordinary suit of armor.
Makelele had no hobbies. He had devoted his entire life to the cause for which he fought. Other than his work with the order, he only helped out at orphanages. He made furniture and other daily necessities for them, gathering the materials himself and crafting everything with his own hands. With a simple, kindly smile, he taught the orphans to read and write like an old country grandfather. Every bit of his salary and allowance went into Athkatla's orphanages.
There was not a trace of luxury in Makelele's office. The furniture and lavish decorations Weslan