"My lord, this is making a mountain out of a molehill." The young knight Eric wiped his longsword while muttering discontentedly, the blade reflecting his skeptical face. "Just a newly awakened Witch plus an ordinary middle-aged baker—how is that worth the entire Templar Knights making such a fuss?" As soon as Eric said this, the knights beside him cast looks of agreement or hesitation, and the atmosphere instantly turned somewhat subtle.
Holy Knight William stood quietly at the edge of the cliff like a majestic statue. His silver-white armor gleamed with a cold light under the caress of the crisp moonlight, as if recounting past illustrious achievements. Slowly turning around, the Holy Emblem on his chest, meticulously crafted from the scales of an Abyssal Demon Dragon, instantly refracted a dazzling light like a striking star. This Holy Emblem was the symbol of his glory; ten years ago in the thrilling battle at the Northern Fortress, relying on extraordinary courage and exquisite swordsmanship, he accomplished the feat of delivering the final blow to slay an adult Demon Dragon, a deed still sung by bards to this day.
"Did you not read the mission scroll carefully?" William's voice was deep and powerful, resounding in everyone's ears like a great bell. These words acted like a fierce whip lash. Young Eric flinched violently as if heavily struck, quickly lowering his head and pretending to concentrate on wiping his sword, his eyes fixed on the blade as though there were in…
Chapter 69