'Today, when getting paid at the training ground, no wearing of armor'?
Lann thought silently, sighing softly.
An old-fashioned scheme, but undeniably straightforward and effective.
After all, the Losric Knight Order was completely loyal to Losric, and one of the conspirators, the Eldest Prince Lorrian, had personally led knights into battle.
The knights revered this noble and courageous Divine Race prince.
But precisely because of this loyalty and reverence, when the Prince himself ordered them to gather at the Chapel, who would suspect anything?
Lann discreetly massaged his temples on each side, looking as if he had just woken up and was still a bit dazed.
But in truth, he was alleviating the pain in his head, as if being gnawed by carnivorous worms.
The dark erosion was becoming more apparent as the initial fire waned.
"Mind if I check out the Dragon Knight coming down from the Inner City?"
