At the same time while Joshua and Israel were sparring…
The holy knight was walking all alone in the woods of the Great Ajax Mountains.
It was already late at night. However, Roland did not care about it. After all, he was the kind of person who would just do what comes to mind regardless of day or night.
The small pathway of the forest was peaceful and quiet, with the occasional chorus of insects. The daemons of the day have long ceased their roars, leaving only the rustling of the leaves like waves in the sea of trees.
