Chapter 511: Time was running out
The way that man had walked through the inn lobby, the hitch in his movement when he jumped down from the thatched hut behind the Clock Tower...
Leit felt goosebumps rising on his skin. He also recalled that fleeting glimpse behind the Clock Tower in the southern part of the city. The instant that mysterious traveler drew his sword, there had been a terrifying, deadly stillness, as though everything had fallen silent.
Along with those impressions, scenes from the biography surfaced in his mind.
His left leg was dead! Sword Saint Degoni... could it be you?
Leit remained silent, and the Divine Official attendant beside him naturally assumed this was not what the Holy Knight had been looking for.
"Actually, I'm from the Jinxite Kingdom. My grandfather often told me this story when I was little. But now that I think about it, the tale of Sword Saint Degoni goes back almost three hundred years... When I heard the traits you described, I couldn't help thinking of it..."
The Divine Official attendant offered this explanation with a touch of nostalgia, only to see the stern Holy Knight pause and turn to look straight at him.
"Three hundred years? Sword Saint Degoni lived three hundred years ago?"
Unnerved by the Holy Knight's stare, the Divine Official attendant answered reflexively.
"I couldn't say... I only meant that this story began circulating in the Jinxite Kingdom about three hundred years ago. The story never specified the historical setting for the fictional Sword Saint Degoni."
"Fictional? Divine Attendant, is that what you believe?"
In just these few minutes, as the atmosphere and overwhelming presence of those remembered scenes came together in his mind, Leit had become increasingly convinced that the mysterious powerhouse he had encountered might very well