In social interactions, the Knight Lord is certainly not considered an excellent friend. Every meeting of theirs is accompanied by official business, often skipping even the pleasantries.
"Hmm?"
The Knight Lord stopped in his tracks.
"Regarding your death," McCarthy began, "it's better to use 'departure.' You should leave some confidence for your followers. Of course, that's just my personal opinion."
This was not deception, but rather a more euphemistic way to interpret death.
In the hearts of those who cherish beautiful dreams, the Knight Lord has merely fallen into slumber. He is still among humanity and will awaken on the day of catastrophe, once again wielding his sword on the battlefield.
Such is the power of faith.
"I'll consider it."
The Knight Lord nodded solemnly and then turned, disappearing into the darkness. Moments later, a dragon's roar sounded from beyond the camp, and McCarthy Delin knew his old friend had left.
