Perhaps… this might be the last moment of peace. Soon, the entire continent will be consumed by war.
But for now… they chose to enjoy this fleeting moment.
Just as Alfred was savoring the walk with his grandson, he suddenly stopped.
His expression hardened, and his eyes sharpened like a blade.
Michael also sensed the disturbance and halted his steps.
It was faster than he had expected.
Someone's watching the coast?
No—more likely, a high-ranking priest curious about Julius's whereabouts had begun an inquiry and stumbled upon them.
Attacks rained down from the top of the coastal cliffs.
The divine power of the Radiant One filled the air once more.
"So it's starting," Michael muttered quietly.
Alfred moved without hesitation.
"This time, I'll handle it. Stay back with Marcus."
He removed his black hood, revealing his face, and in an instant, leapt to the top of the cliff.
Dark shadows gathered and coiled around his body.
"Heretic!"
