"Yes, we do not ask for much—only for those little ones about to join the knight order. They are in great need of precious potions."
A strange gleam flickered in Master's eyes, and there was a trace of wistfulness in his voice.
Aurelian's eyes widened as he stared at the knight commander before him in disbelief.
This guy wanted potions for other people? That was simply unbelievable.
When had Master's ideals risen to such heights? Didn't he dream of becoming an untouchably lofty noble even in his sleep?
Had someone really swapped out my knight commander?
Master naturally noticed his lord's astonished gaze, but he did not care in the slightest. He merely said calmly, "It is all thanks to Lady Jeanne. She made me understand what I should truly pursue. She opened the door to a new world for me."
"Uh..."
Aurelian stood dumbfounded.
What the hell, could holy light really brainwash people? Otherwise, why had an old stubborn fool like Master turned into this?
That was right. Aurelian strongly suspected that the maid's magical attribute was also a rare one: holy light.
The holy light attribute was very special, because it could not be determined by bloodline. Only those born as saints were likely to possess it.
But naturally born saints were exceedingly rare. At least, in Aurelian's memories, there had been only one: Lufa II, the current Pope of the Sanctuary Church.
In his memories, this Pope was a kindly old man who enjoyed a great reputation throughout the nations and was known as one who pitied all living beings.
He had once sworn a blood oath that even if his sacred body were burned to ashes and he fell forever into the Underworld, he would ensure that all people escaped from sin and ascended into Holy