Bro, I'm not an Undead!

The flood of carriages entered the city of Eofel with a steady momentum. This formation had been to ensure that the enemies didn’t know where the Grand Priest was but the best outcome from the arrangement that everyone hoped for was to discourage ambushes entirely.

As the now relaxed horses galloped while pulling on the carriages that held tens of the Knights, the Grand Priest and a suspected Green Neolist member, they entered the establishment ahead.

The large city which was clustered with different structures all over was very much populated at this time, many people chattering as they walked on the side of the road but the topic of their conversations was mostly the same.

The swarm of carriages caused most to pause while others journeying on the block road gave way to the honourable Purity Knights, beginning to wonder what was the reason for this sudden visit.

Communing at the temple was not done systematically but at the discretion of the Priest or at least however it appeared to them, thus it was never known to the public. Not that many cared for it in the first place.

The main road branched out into many sub roads that led to different locations, running through commercial areas and geographically higher places where nobles lived above the common residences of the commons.

At the center most place was the Lord of city’s Palace, the grand design being visually attractive for all those that entered the city for the first time; a tall piece broad building smothered by well kept greenery.

Eofel was a minor city without much of a set-up in comparison to the others but it was still a city where a few hundred thousand lived, which was a testament to how large the Feinheath continent was.

The masses chatted, theorising about what this current arrival could mean? Could it be linked to what had happened earlier?

Had word already spread about the Ballad that Erlton had left behind to such an extent that the Purity would come rushing?_.

Elita noticed the restlessness within the crowds and her curiosity was peeked. It was expected for there to be a light case of confusion from their sudden arrival, but there seemed to be a thick level of anxiety.

Something of concern.

However, the Paladin Champion couldn’t afford to stray from her explanation of the situation to the Grand Priest who looked quite concerned.

“Why would they begin to attack the Purity all of a sudden? What do they have to gain by pursuing us?” the man asked with a frown.

“Please, Grand Priest. Do not trouble yourself too much. We will be handling this promptly.”

“I would like to trust your words but the earlier event doesn’t give me much comfort,” the Priest said with a deep gaze on Elita who remained calm.

Once more Elita’s eyes flashed as she warned the Priest to collect himself as his son was also beginning to fear what could happen from seeing his father’s reaction. Elita’s report on the matter had been coded in a way that he wouldn’t understand but his father’s face told him a lot about what was going on.

The Priest quickly gathered his frown and turned it into a warm smile as he reached out to ruffle his son’s hair.

He discontinued this conversation with Elita and also noticed that the people were shaken by something, some areas having Knights trying to maintain the order.

“Has something happened?” the Grand Priest asked.

“It seems so. We’ll inquire from the Palace. Stopping here to ask would be unsafe,” said Elita with her usual composed self online.

The carriages all travelled to the city lord’s Palace where only the one permitted to enter the gates was the one with the Grand Priest.

Knights came to receive the Grand Priest, donning different armour to Elita and the others.

Before the carriaged moved onto the lord’s domain, Elita opened the door to the carriage intending to leave.

“Where are you going?” The Grand Priest asked.

“I have to settle the matter with the man we just caught before anything else happens.”

“No. You are to stay with me. Let someone else handle it,” ordered the Grand Priest.

Elita could only sigh inwardly and nod, going up to the carriage that held Skullius and the others.

She found the captain of the Purity Knights already waiting for her outside the carriage and immediately gave her orders.

“Do not do anything rash with him,” she motioned towards Skullius. “Have him locked up in a secure cell by the Capital Knights and I will deal with it when I return. Keep a close watch,” Elita said strictly and turned away before the captain could respond.

The captain was not happy with this.

Why was this woman showing mercy to the man who had attacked them?

Was she just some soft cotton ball among the Paladin Champions who couldn’t get the job done when it counted?

Due to the division in branches and overall service, this was essentially the first time this man had worked with Elita and thus he had been very enthusiastic at first but now…

He watched as the woman left, going into the compound of the Palace before he boarded back into the carriage and glared at Skullius who looked naturally indifferent because of his face.

That look on Skullius’ face roused his rage and he suddenly slugged the Discount Human while holding back most of his strength!

Skullius’ body jerked and he spat a mouthful of fizzy blood. His head spun and he felt himself get disoriented.

“You think you’re getting off easy with what you did? Think again!”

The carriages rolled along, going in a different direction towards the west of the city where a proud building made specifically as the Capital Knights headquarters stood.

It has silver hue which oozed of authority and power that made it feel dependable to the public. Or it should have.

Upon reaching there, several Knights with silver armour walked up to receive their guests but behind their smiling facade, the bitter angst they held against their counterparts was so blatant that it easily made the atmosphere tense.

There were generally four types of Knights. Capital Knights, Purity Knights, Contract Knights and Strays.

Capital Knights were those in the service of their country as a whole, Purity Knights being devotees towards the doctrine of the three Deities while Contract Knights were those of the field that were hired for certain periods.

Strays were Knights that had did not devote themselves to any service but their own, yet they were recognised as a faction of their own.

Capital Knights had a lower standing than Purity Knights as the criteria for being conscripted into the Purity was extremely difficult. The Purity Knights always had this outspoken and proud air about them each time, which irked the other Knights.

At the same time, the Purity Knights didn’t look too kindly to other Knights as they believed that all fighting forces would do a better job if they actually devoted themselves to the Deities rather than half-assing their respect and communion.

“We’ve brought a criminal waiting for his sentence,” said the Purity Knights captain.

“What is he being accused of?” one of Knights with a thicker armour than the rest asked with his eyes narrowed.

“That’s none of your business. We simply require a special holding cell for him.”

The Capital Knight who had asked wanted to argue but unfortunately, this wasn’t the time.

It was time for duty and thus he relented, leading Skullius and a few of the Purity Knights into the building.

The inside of the building had hard walls that held faint glows of magic, while being littered with Knights and authority figures that went about their business.

Skullius’ tattered robes made it exceptionally difficult for many to not question what on earth was happening.

It wouldn’t be hard to believe if it was announced that he was a cult member.

Especially with that face!

As he was escorted, Skullius faintly heard something that made his non-existent heart jump.

“Do you happen to have a skilled appraiser? We need to search this spatial ring.”