The Hall of Heroes array.
Kroya had linked it to Divine Envoy Deimos's dream. Although outsiders would have difficulty entering, as the master of eternal magic power, he could enter without causing the slightest ripple.
"Let's see what the knights are doing."
When he extended his Mental Power into it, he saw the knights standing motionless in the white mist, their faces blank with confusion.
They dared not move and had no idea where they were. All they remembered was being enveloped by the golden radiance of the sunflowers just before death, and the strange warmth that had spread through their bodies.
Had they reached a Divine Kingdom?
Seeing their dazed expressions, Kroya could not help finding them rather amusing.
The knights who could join the Knight Order were certainly no fools. Each was a battle-hardened elite, and the widely celebrated knightly virtues made them so serious in everyday life that they bordered on rigid.
Seeing them like this all of a sudden, Kroya truly could not hide his smile. He gave a soft cough.
"Ahem."
The knights immediately gathered around when they saw him approach, as though they had found their pillar of support. None dared speak, however, and they simply gazed at Kroya eagerly.
Under their gazes, Kroya said, "I trained you personally. Even death cannot take you away.
"This is the Hall of Heroes I prepared for you. Here, you will receive far longer lives and enjoy everything I have arranged for you, until the end of time."
His tone was utterly calm, as though he were discussing something of no consequence, but every knight had already widened his eyes, staring at Kroya in disbelief.
"...My lord!"
"Is this your Divine Kingdom?"
"Can we live forever in your kingdom too?"
The Church's publicity and propaganda were quite