About two days later.
At the border between the Hori Kingdom and Ikor, at Crusader Gate, countless soldiers stood in neat rows, squinting under the blazing noon sun.
"What exactly do they mean?"
Atop the gate, the old bishop stared ahead at the Ikor army some three hundred meters away, his brows tightly furrowed. He could see the mages flying back and forth among the enemy troops, as well as the densely arranged Holy Light Cannons. They exerted immense pressure, but also left them deeply bewildered.
Because... this army had been stationed outside Crusader Gate for nearly two days.
There had been no probing attacks, no envoys declaring their intentions. While the Hori Kingdom was in the midst of civil unrest, Ikor's army had strolled up to the border as though taking a leisurely walk, then set up camp and simply stared at them without moving.
How could The Church not be worried?
The Kingdom Army had assembled in haste and rushed to the border, guarding against an attack from Ikor at any moment. The Church had also dispatched a large number of priests, along with five bishops, to assist in the defense.
"I don't know." The Paladin beside him answered with a furrowed brow. "We've sent three rounds of envoys over, but... not a single one has returned. We don't know whether they were killed or placed under house arrest."
"Their attitude is vague, and they're making a mystery of things... I don't think they'll actually attack." Several priests stood atop the gate with them, and one of them suddenly spoke.
"His Holiness the Pope doesn't think they'll attack either." The old bishop sighed. "But... we have no choice but to stay on guard. No one knows where that demon is right now. If he suddenly appears among Ikor's