"Bastard, stop underestimating us."
Enraged by Desmond's cheerful and carefree attitude, Archibald, the middle-aged gentleman, ignored any possible repercussions and began to amass a tremendous amount of mana.
Following their leader's footsteps, the other two holy knights began casting their abilities, but not before ordering their men to keep Desmond occupied.
This order was no different from profiles dying to buy time. Everyone knew that, but they still had to bite the bullet, moving forward with resolve and a spirit of sacrifice. A thing which only lasted until Desmond laid eyes on them; they didn't dare to make a single step.
Faith was a rather curious thing; in many cases, it could be as fragile as glass, while in others, not even diamonds could compare with its strength. Some were willing to fight and die for their faith, those who lived for it; Cecilia used to be one of these people.
