At this moment, Carlfer also spoke up to console Nalant.
Ever since arriving on Glory Continent, he and the other counts had all felt a profound sense of helplessness.
Back on Glory Continent, Gold Knights had already stood at the very pinnacle—so few they could be counted on one hand.
Yet after coming to Sacred Continent, they discovered that Gold Knights were not the ultimate peak they had once imagined.
There were even higher realms above them, heights they would likely never reach in their lifetimes.
After all, they had squandered so many years on Glory Continent. Its thin elemental Battle Qi had prevented them from improving quickly, and the time that had already slipped away could never be recovered.
Compared to the Gold Knights everywhere now, they were only somewhat stronger than ordinary minor nobles of Sacred Continent.
Such a sense of disparity was beyond what most people could imagine. If their minds had not been resilient enough, they would likely have long since sunk into despair, unable to bear the blow.
But Nalant was different. At his age, he had only just begun his journey, yet he had already broken through to become a Gold Knight.
Therefore, they hoped that Nalant would one day grow strong enough to let everyone who had come from Glory Continent live good lives.
"Lord Count, Lord Marquis, I truly don't need to flee, because I am confident that the great empires will not hand me over!" Seeing the two looking as though they were parting forever, Nalant stopped concealing the truth, lest they later think he had deliberately toyed with them.
"Nalant, although Stella is the Prophetess they spoke of, that alone is not enough to make them truly wary!" Bernard thought Stella was the support Nalant was relying on.
"Lord Count,