His tone was unhurried, with the bag in his hand.
Two months ago, when Norton had just returned, all the Four Great Knight Commanders had already paid their respects.
The reappearance of The Chariot of the Sages at the Sage Academy also meant that power had once again been divided.
The Holy Grail Knight Commander's expression changed drastically.
His legs weakened, and with a "thud," he knelt down.
Sinai had her eyes covered; she couldn't see anything, only hear voices.
And as if sensing her tense body, the man raised his hand, brushed her earlobe, and dropped a cold laugh: "Shh, darling, don't be nervous."
This kind of intimate contact was no different from the teasing between lovers.
But his voice always remained icy, without a trace of emotion.
"His Excellency The Chariot!" The Holy Grail Knight Commander knelt on the ground, finally finding his voice.
He was nearly going crazy, his throat dry: "I deserve to die! I was presumptuous! I saw nothing!"
