Towards the New Continent

There were no roller-coasters in this world, but the up-and-downs in mood Horan had felt over the last few days would have been a fitting metaphor.

He had learned that the church his youngest son was a part of has a number of champions following Cecil's demonic incident, that they could rescue him and turn things back to the right track despite such desperate circumstances.

Still, he was at a loss for words when he saw them come at Angora's call for the first time.

After all, they looked no different from tramps who had the luck to find a battlefield which had not been cleaned up—there just wasn't anything elite about them.

And yet, it was these tramps who first slew a dragon and then wiped out the zombies in one swift stroke. Every Sotimi border patrol guard who survived had staunchly vouched for them while completely ignoring big shots such as the Brilliant White Church and the Temple of Glory.