Whooo, whooo, whooo!
At the three urgent blasts of the horn, the sprawling, unwieldy convoy immediately fell into turmoil. The commoners and wealthy merchants in its midst looked behind them in terror.
The only saving grace was that the knights galloping along either side of the convoy quickly brought the panic under control.
Following the knights' instructions, the people swiftly arranged the wagons into makeshift fortifications. The women knelt with their children and prayed to the gods they worshipped.
The men picked up weapons, forming the last line of defense.
Prayers soon spread throughout the convoy.
The panic quickly faded.
Only calm and expectation remained.
The people firmly believed that their gods would not abandon them.
Just as their gods had led them out of Navia City at the beginning.
They would not let them down this time, either!
Faith was a wondrous thing.
It always obscured things people could see but refused to believe, yet not everyone could rely on faith to "survive."
Aitelinna, at least, could not.
Considering that she had plotted to steal the Thorn Grail just to secure a priestess's position, the depth of her faith was easy to imagine.
She gazed toward the rear of the convoy, worry written across her face.
The knights accompanying the various temples had already gone to meet the enemy, but she felt no relief whatsoever.
She knew very well that this was merely a warning.
A warning that the monsters would catch up with the convoy and launch an unending series of attacks.
She could even picture the entire convoy being devoured bit by bit.
"Aileen, are you all right?"
"Were you thinking about... him again?"
"Don't worry. He'll be all right."
Lilith looked at her friend with concern.
Aitelinna's expression had clearly led the Love Temple priestess to