"Speak cautiously, Knight Captain."
Priestess Emma glanced up from beneath her hood, watching Lorenzo for a moment.
"King Ausloes is the Saint King. He has supported the Fire Transmission Ceremony for tens of thousands of years."
The newly appointed Knight Captain pressed his lips together but ultimately suppressed his temper.
"Even if we don't disturb His Majesty, we must return to the Inner City, reclaim our strength and power, and then advance the Fire Transmission Ceremony!"
This was finally getting to the point.
The coup had begun, and the people in the city had transformed into abyss-tainted forms due to those flaky ashes.
Ultimately, the world had shifted from 'reasoning' to 'watching fists'.
Without fists, this Fire Transmission Ceremony will not advance at all.
Any talk of 'counsel' was empty, the coup has started, the Knight Order is divided, and blood has been shed.
