Ten minutes ago, near the village of Erbozi.
Tero gently reined in his beloved horse, Daylight, and raised his arm to make a gesture.
The three Holy Knights behind him stopped almost at the same time. Their coordinated movements mirrored each other as if they were reflected in a mirror. Even their warhorses aligned perfectly in a straight line, a sight that could even be described as pleasing to the eye.
Though they individually were not the strongest, these knights who had gone through various trainings and tests in the sanctuary were worthy of the name elite in every way. Especially when followed by a ragtag and disorganized group behind them, the extreme contrast was indescribable.
"Hey, stop, buddy, please stop!"
"Paul, have you seen my magic wand?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it, get lost!"
"Ugh, I wish I had turned into a panther and run with them..."
"Isn't it a bit embarrassing for us to be like this?"
