The Thunderhorse Knight did not wish to waste words with the other party; he knew that it would be nearly impossible to persuade such fanatical religious followers through ordinary language. To purify magic with sacred fire, only by using thunderous means to completely deprive the opponent of the capital to resist, could he make them truly submit.
"Sir Knight, I think you might be overstepping your boundaries," the man dressed in black to the right said with a smile that was not a smile, "Whether we are practitioners of the Dark Arts is none of your concern. As for what we believe in, that's even more our own freedom. There are many under the sun who do not believe in your Church of Light. Can you kill them all?" He scoffed, "If that's the case, doesn't the Church of Light seem a bit too overbearing? Is this the equality, love, and tolerance that you misinterpret?"
