"Jelent… Gaiate of Carterburg." Standing before the Paladin of the Church of Justice, the patriarch of the Gaiate family seemed somewhat downcast.
His face bore cuts from sharp objects, and his leather armor was damaged.
Of his two longswords, the steel one had already broken, and the other also had some notches.
"Gaiate of Carterburg… are you related to the esteemed Malin Gaiate?" The Paladin had confirmed Gaiate's identity, the lie detection had passed, and the man before them was indeed the hero who saved this village— at least two hundred ghouls and about forty Corpse Ghouls, as well as two Black Knights, were the spoils of war from this man's hand.
"My adopted son has become an esteemed person as well, isn't that wonderful?" Gaiate reminisced about the last time he had seen his adopted son.
The boy had held back, a realization he'd come to after the fact.
