For several days before the prince’s party returned, the Delcross Imperial City was abuzz with rumors about the “Knight of Grace.”
“—The Main God personally sent down a knight clad in ice armor for the suffering people. It is said that the sacred light at that time illuminated the night sky as if it were broad daylight!”
“—Prince Morres, together with this ice knight, defeated an army of thousands of demons! Now, having fulfilled its duty, the ‘Knight of Grace’ will be designated as a holy relic and will forever be the knight protecting the Imperial City!”
Romein, who was wandering aimlessly around the city as usual, tilted his head upon hearing this sudden news.
‘…Knight of Grace?’
A Main God without a name might as well not exist. There’s no way He’d grant such a minor miracle at this point.
But since it had even been designated as a holy relic, it couldn’t be a completely baseless rumor. It must be a tangible miracle crafted by human hands for some specific purpose.
Moreover, the fact that it spread so quickly suggested that the Information Department, under the Holy Emperor’s orders, was likely involved. In other words, the mastermind behind this plot was the Holy Emperor.
So, he pondered for a moment.
‘Why on earth did the Guardian of Delcross create such a thing?’
There was no need to borrow the Main God’s authority, nor was it…