"We care... but we can't intervene."
"It's not like before, we are not recognized by any country, the Knighthood has become just a legend."
When melancholy and vicissitude-filled words came out from Rinaldo's mouth, they carried a unique charm, with a faintly transcendent sense of detachment, vagueness, and utter disregard for the past lingering in the air.
"Let's just end it here... What's that?"
Just as Rinaldo was about to announce his judgment and decision, something caught his attention.
Flying dust was spreading along the dirt road, and judging from the sound of the dust and the horse's hooves, there was only one rider. Rinaldo couldn't see the knight spurring the horse on; the strong horse carried its motionless master, with several feathered arrow shafts and a short axe handle protruding from the rider's back.
"Bloody hell, what happened?"
