'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'
He was already running low on stamina. He couldn't just hop into another battle, certainly not with the sort of powerhouses that were Holy Knights.
"Why the hell is he still a Holy Knight if he blasphemed the Goddess?" Grey shook Silva for an answer.
"Powerful... powerful... he is... he is the disgraced son... of an Earl. He was sent here to let the commotion of his actions settle down. It's easily swept under the rug here because our Bishop is both corrupt and not very powerful. He can be swayed with money and material things."
"So does that mean no one knows what he's done?"
"Only the Baron knows."
"HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" A booming voice nearly knocked Grey off his feet. The momentum of it alone was so powerful. It was hard to tell if that was because Grey was so tired, or if there was another reason, but whatever it was, the ultimate conclusion was that these weren't people he could fight.
