All the way, witnessing the clerics in the city being recklessly purged by the sages made Klimte's lips press tightly beneath his grizzled beard.
However, he ultimately prioritized the mission to rescue the Saintess above all else, not losing his rationality to anger.
This somewhat made Lann feel much more reliable.
This little house appeared ordinary, with hardly any traces of battle.
Lann touched the wooden door frame, nodded back to the team, indicating that this place seemed undiscovered and safe.
A Golden Armor Feathered Knight stepped in first, having already unsheathed the two beheading axes at his waist, holding them in his hands.
The bulky yet skillfully made armor under his control didn't make loud collision sounds, only slight friction noises between components.
And just after the Golden Armor Feathered Knight entered, a muffled groan suddenly sounded from the second floor of the house.
"Hmm?"
It was a voice of confusion, albeit muffled by the helmet.
