Kieran's prediction was completely verified following how things progressed.
He was back in the wide hall of the Sanctuary where he first arrived, bathing in the ardent gaze of all the higher ranking members. His scalp instantly felt numb under the gazes.
All Kieran could do was to pretend to be calm while facing such gazes and he signaled Nicil to hurry up with the long-range teleportation setup with his eyes.
Both sides didn't communicate much, even for courteous chit-chats, Kieran would avoid at all cost if possible. Still, he couldn't bear the gazes because he knew this whole thing was a huge misunderstanding.
He was not the Holy Knight that these people hoped him to be and would never change himself to fit their expectations. Therefore, the best way out of the situation was to stay away from them, preventing any contact at all.
Seconds turned into minutes, Kieran couldn't help but chose to divert his attention away from the unusual anticipations from the members.
