"Kairils?"
When that name slipped coldly from the Silver-Haired Knight's lips.
Captain Ovid, standing at the very front of the Cultists' army, and the tall priest Enkai, hanging back to oversee the battle.
Their expressions changed dramatically, in entirely different ways.
To ordinary Cultists who had only just completed their baptism and could not even name all the Righteous Gods of the Wasteland, the name might have been nothing more than an unfamiliar string of sounds.
But to the higher-ups who had spent years in the Black Forest Branch, that name rang like thunder!
Kairils!
The most dazzling prodigy of Winterhold's younger generation!
Rumor had it that he had been born with an absurdly high affinity for the divine authority of the "Lord of Winter and Contracts."
Despite his youth, he had already reached peak second tier, with only the thinnest barrier separating him from third tier.
Across the intelligence networks of the Wasteland's major powers, the young man had long since been labeled "extremely dangerous."
There were even credible rumors that Winterhold's leaders were already grooming him as a future Red-Robed Archbishop, or the next captain of the Knight Order!
He was unquestionably destined to become the face of Winterhold!
After a brief moment of stunned disbelief.
A greedy, frenzied gleam suddenly burst into Ovid's bloodshot eyes!
His heart pounded in his chest, and even the hand gripping his Bone Blade trembled with excitement.
"I've hit the jackpot! I'm really going to strike it rich this time!"
Ovid burst into hysterical laughter inside his head.
He had been jealous of that brat Lin Shen's dumb luck, killing an ordinary Winterhold Knight and then coming back to strut around.
But now?
Heaven had actually delivered Winterhold's future hope, its brightest rising star, straight to his blade!
Ovid's mind was already