A tent, its exterior embroidered with countless beautiful patterns and adorned with various exquisite decorations, stood protected in the center of the camp. Knights in Plate Armor, their faces solemn, patrolled the perimeter.
They presented a completely different picture from the soldiers in Leather Armor on the outskirts.
This showed just how high the status of the person living inside was.
"Miss Liya." The Knights clearly knew Liya. They placed their hands over their chests in a respectful salute, and the two walked into the tent unimpeded.
The moment he opened the tent flap, Levi almost thought he was a deeply sinful believer stepping into the Holy Light Church, ready to be judged by the Holy Blade of Under the Pope's Crown. He couldn't control his emotions, and a curse slipped out: "Worri, has your Lord stumbled into a den of Holy Light Sect followers?"
