In the basement, standing in an environment filled with a moldy smell, the Dragon Knight closed his book and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
The part that had disappeared was not long. He finished reading it in a few minutes. He rubbed his eyebrows, not because he was tired, but because he was used to it when he was thinking.
If he had not seen it today, he would not have known that there was such a story in the past. There was nothing wrong with this mission. It was recorded in the data of 1972, and just like other missions, it was ordinary.
If one had to say that it was extraordinary, it would probably be that the Pope and the commander of the temple Knights had gone to war together.
There must be a deeper meaning for Quinn to show me this past. Also, what kind of mission would require the Supreme Pontiff and the captain of the temple Knights to be dispatched?" The Dragon Knight frowned.
