However, Wilhelm hovered in the sky, the six wings on his back slowly fluttering, as he raised the Final Judgment Spear in his hand, his expression exceptionally indifferent.
"They were once traitors of the Thrace Kingdom; becoming members of the Holy Guard and offering their souls to the Kingdom is their life's greatest honor!
You need only know—they will become the blade of the Kingdom. As for where this strength originates? It doesn't matter. So long as the great cause of reviving Holy Fadlan can be accomplished, even offering everything is worthwhile!"
Suddenly, there was an uproar within August City, people talked and argued incessantly.
"How can this be!"
"That is the power of Hell!"
"But Your Majesty, we are the subjects of the Sun God; how can we collude with Hell?" A general who had guarded the South for years stood up, half-knelt in the direction of the King.
"Yes, this is the City of Sunrise, a place covered in brilliance, how can such evil exist here?"
