11. What We Do Best (2)

The afternoon was well advanced, but dusk had yet to fall.

Knights clad in silver plate armor walked down a road in southwestern Quaalid.

They all wore massive swords at their waists and strode forward with unwavering determination.

The sight of them advancing in formation, like a triumphal procession, was nothing short of spectacular—enough to make anyone watching cheer.

And yet, not a single citizen looked at them with admiration.

There wasn’t a soul to be seen along the road, inside the buildings, or behind the windows.

Only the silver-clad priests walked along that road, which was a little too narrow to be called a main thoroughfare.

They walked in silence, without a trace of reluctance, heading only for the far end of southwestern Quaalid.

Toward their destination. Toward the place where the Hero’s duty had come to a halt.

“I thought you might come, but I didn’t expect you to find us so quickly. I suppose I should be glad I didn’t have to wait long, priests.”...