Godfrey dematerialised his longsword and followed the Alchemist.
"I guess you're ready to tell me about the Black Order Knights." He said softly.
The Alchemist tilted his head toward him. "Yes. We shall. We shall also tell you about the Winged Order."
Godfrey's eyes widened. "What?!" His brows creased. Maybe now he understood a little of what the Immortal Armour meant. These Orders had to be born from breaking away from the Golden Order because there was no other way for knights to become strong and access mana without an Alchemist.
The same way it was impossible to surpass summoners without being a summoner on Earth.
He was king of what remained of a broken order. From looks alone he could see, the Golden Order was long past its glory days.
They went into the castle, straight to a fairly large hall where he saw the Alchemists seated around a massive rectangular table.
