Richards staggered backward as if struck. The badge represented authority that transcended any normal status. Power that could reshape territories with casual gestures.
"A... a Protector's Badge." His voice barely rose above a whisper.
"But that's impossible. The demons—"
Arthur cut him off with a sharp gesture.
"I'm not your village's protector. I'm from your neighboring village. I came to warn and protect your village from its upcoming calamity."
The mayor's eyes brightened immediately. Color returned to his pale cheeks as hope flooded through him like a drug.
Never in a million years had he expected salvation to arrive at their darkest hour.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Richards clasped his hands together.
"We thought... we were certain we'd all die. But what about your village, protector? Can you afford to leave your own people?"
"My village will naturally be protected. Don't worry about it." Arthur's tone carried absolute confidence.
