Horace trembled all over as he watched the old man in Sin Temple priestly robes stride toward them.
Unlike ordinary priestly robes, this one had a golden thread embroidered upon it.
Among the many Temples, it signified one thing: High Priest!
The High Priest of the Sin Temple: Bulweir!
Bulweir was an influential figure in Navia City and throughout the entire south.
It was not merely because he was the High Priest of the Sin Temple.
It was also because of his own legend.
Yes, a legend!
Ever since he had killed two adult gang members at thirteen, then been gravely wounded and taken in by an unnamed Sin Temple deacon, his life had left others astounded.
At fourteen, shortly after recovering from his severe injuries, he had relied on the skills he had learned from the Sin Knights to single-handedly wipe out all twenty members of that gang.
Then, he had been gravely wounded again.
Everyone had thought he was doomed.
Yet after three days of unconsciousness, Bulweir had awakened once more.
Everyone had marveled at Bulweir's vitality and believed that, having narrowly survived, he would obediently inherit his adoptive father's position.
In fact, the following two years had roughly gone that way.
Until that unfortunate deacon had been ambushed and killed by a band of brigands while traveling south.
Upon receiving the news, sixteen-year-old Bulweir disappeared from the Temple that very night.
Bulweir did not know who had killed his adoptive father.
It did not matter.
Any brigands traveling south only needed to be killed.
Ten men, a hundred men, a thousand men, ten thousand men.
One day, ten days, a hundred days, a thousand days.
One year, two years, three years... ten years!
Bulweir had gone from a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-six-year-old young man, and his