Although the words were full of praise, Carrel knew all too well the true nature of those "Holy Sect Army". These beings, who seemed to be angels with sacred majesty and wings on their backs, were in fact fallen half-devils who had signed contracts with Hell.
Yet now, being amidst them, Carrel couldn't escape. To show his loyalty to the King, he, as a Paladin of Amanata, had even made a pact with a notorious devil himself...
"Oh revered Sun God, I hope you can forgive my sins..." Carrel thought silently to himself, bowing his head.
The gold-plated dome still reflected brilliant light, and the crystal chandelier illuminated the embroidered ribbons of ministers and the silver scale armor of generals brightly.
On the throne, the King, wearing the Holy Thorns Crown, held a golden scepter, with immaculate wings behind him, seemingly bathed in Eternal Holy Light.
