"Hey, how can you just toss trash around? That's a bad habit, because it might hit the flowers and grass... Even if it doesn't hit the flowers and grass, it'd be bad if it hit some little kid!"
"Holy Light Possession! Shut your mouth, heretic!" The Holy Knight behind him ground his teeth, then suddenly roared and unleashed his secret technique.
Of course, to a Holy Knight, it was not called a secret technique, but divine magic.
As he roared, a cyan glow suddenly emerged from his body.
"Holy Light Possession!" He was only the first. Immediately afterward, a wave of furious shouts rose from behind him.
Clearly, they already hated Nalant to the bone.
At once, Nalant's rear seemed like a festival of lanterns, cyan light rising from one Holy Knight after another.
Once that cyan glow appeared, the Holy Knights' speed abruptly increased by thirty percent.
"You lot, if you want to have a proper chat, then have one properly. Why are you suddenly putting a bit of green on yourselves?"
"Die, heretic!" The Holy Knights were roused to a frenzy. Empowered by the wind-element secret technique, they accelerated and surrounded Nalant.
"You bunch of scoundrels with no martial virtue!" Seeing that he had finally provoked the Holy Knights, Nalant immediately breathed a sigh of relief and turned toward the side.
The Holy Knights had even used their secret techniques, so naturally they were unwilling to let him escape. They turned their warhorses and gave chase.
As the Holy Knights ahead changed direction, those behind them began to turn as well.
For the next half hour or so, Nalant ran while chattering away, making the Holy Knights behind him burn with rage until they could neither advance nor retreat, yet they simply could not catch him.
After running