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Chapter 16 : late Arrival

Chapter 16 : late Arrival

The knight appeared momentarily confused by the girl's statement, prompting him to wait for a more elaborate response.

"We have come here to meet with your almighty beings," she clarified, displaying the sanctuary's seal.

The knight accepted her seal and examined it briefly before turning his attention back to her.

"From the Ascend Theocracy?" he inquired.

"Yes, but please, do not be angered. We have traveled a great distance, and we have come with an important matter to discuss," she replied, using an alluring tone that stirred the knight's sympathy to its fullest.

"Wait here. I will inform the higher authorities," he said, holding onto her seal as he walked toward the sanctuary's interior to relay the message.

As the knight with the girl's seal left to inform the higher authorities, another group of knights took up positions in front of the carriage.

Among them, they guarded something that was quite apparent, aside from the young maiden's beauty—the carriage coachman.

His posture was rigid, his body drenched in sweat, his eyes wide with fear. His lips trembled, and he periodically shook and tensed in a manner that caught the attention of the knights.

The knights couldn't help but fix their curious gazes upon the coachman, who exhibited such unusual behavior.

It was clear that he was in the grips of immense fear or trauma, making his condition a matter of intrigue and concern for the guardians of the sanctuary.

After some time, the knight who had left with the seal to inform the higher authorities returned, accompanied by a friendly-faced priest from the sanctuary. The priest extended an invitation with a warm smile, saying, "Come in."

He led the way back to the sanctuary, gesturing for the young girl to follow him.

However, as they proceeded, another figure emerged from the carriage, a man who was at least twice the size of a regular human.

His muscular physique was an imposing sight, clearly signaling a formidable presence. He followed closely behind the young girl.

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Upon seeing the burly man, the priest momentarily halted, but then continued to walk towards the sanctuary.

As they approached, the knight who had previously held the girl's seal took a closer look at the imposing figure. The man's sheer physical presence alone was enough to intimidate the entire group of knights.

However, as the knight attempted to avert his gaze, he noticed something unsettling.

Tension gripped his body as he observed drops of blood falling to the ground from the man's hand.

"Stop," the knight abruptly called out, causing the priest leading the group to halt his progress toward the sanctuary.

He turned to face the knight, noting the intensity of the knight's gaze, which was fixed on something. Following the knight's line of sight, the priest also saw the blood falling from the burly man's hand.

The priest shifted his attention to the young girl, who seemed to sense the tension in the air and quickly began to explain their situation.

"Please, do not be alarmed. While we were on the road, we were accosted by some bandits, and in order to ensure our safety, he had to engage in a scuffle with them.

That's how he ended up with blood on his hands," she explained.

Upon hearing her explanation, the knights and the priest seemed to relax somewhat, their concerns alleviated. With the tension diffused, the priest and the rest of the group continued their walk toward the sanctuary.

Once the group had moved on, the knight who had been guarding the outside of the sanctuary, still filled with curiosity regarding the coachman's appearance, hurried over to him.

As the knights approached, their footsteps alone were enough to unsettle the coachman slightly.

He raised his head and turned toward the source of the approaching footsteps, calming down when he recognized that it was the knight who had been guarding him.

With the knight now in front of him, they inquired about the events that had led to the coachman's obvious trauma.

"If you had been there, I'm certain you would have reacted the same way I did," the coachman replied, his voice trembling as he recalled the incident that had left him so deeply affected.

On a moonlit road, where the only source of light was the blood-red moon itself, a carriage with an enigmatic aura sped along at a brisk pace, pulled by six powerful horses.

The carriage had ample power to maintain its swift pace for a long journey, but an unexpected event unfolded.

The carriage continued its movement, the air filled with the coachman's shouts and the sound of his whip cracking like thunder. He rode with tension, urging the horses onward.

However, as they advanced, the carriage's speed gradually dwindled, nearly coming to a standstill. Despite the coachman's relentless whipping, the horses refused to budge.

Perplexed by this unforeseen situation, the coachman dismounted and approached the horses to check on them.

As he walked closer, he detected a powerful, pungent odor in the air. With his extensive experience as a horse keeper and his years in the coaching profession, he could readily identify the source of the noxious smell.

To be certain, he gripped one of the horse's heads and examined its eyes.

Over time, the horse began to lose consciousness and gradually slipped into slumber. Realization struck the coachman, and he muttered a few words under his breath.

"Baiturate."

Understanding the dire situation, the coachman swiftly returned to the carriage. As he did, the horses in the front also succumbed to a deep slumber.