In streets and alleys, everyone was talking about this matter. People always worship the strong, and from time to time, cheers of "Long live the Holy Knight!" erupted.
The author, shut inside his room and feverishly writing novels, listened to the sounds outside, feeling as energized as if he was injected with adrenaline.
"This book will definitely sell! Definitely sell! I'm going to make it big! Any novel related to the Holy Knight is sure to sell now!"
...
The mood of the small team from White City shifted from initial shock! Shock! Shock! and debating whether to intervene to direct numbness! Numbness! Numbness! "A battle report not saying 'major victory' feels slightly off," and "This war has absolutely nothing to do with us; we're just unnecessary here."
Shelley had already begun preparing a welcome ceremony for Gray's triumphant return.
A lot of small incidents occurred in between.
