Amidst the crowd, the Priest stared in a daze, mumbling to himself: "I truly saw Holy Magic. Not only did I witness Holy Magic, but I also saw an Angel… So, it wasn't me who guided him, but rather the Holy Spirit sent him to guide me, didn't it? To awaken my conscience."
Tenidas gently lifted a hoof and took a step forward.
A thunderous cheer resounded throughout the White City.
The Golden Armor Knights abruptly retreated a step.
"Look! Look, everyone! My son is among them! Third from the left! Third from the left!"
"My son is in there too! My son is in there too!"
Several fathers embraced each other, weeping with joy, shouting excitedly like children.
"Why didn't I treat him to a drink?" muttered the tavern bartender in a stupor. "If I had, I'd now be the man who once bought a Holy Knight a drink."
"He helped me cross the road!" shrieked an elderly woman.
"He helped me too!"
"He helped every elderly person! He's the Knight sent by the Holy Spirit!"
