The Spirit and the Wanderer

Wind touched my face with its gentle breeze. I stood quietly on the highest balcony of the Dome Palace. Beyond the border made by the barrier, my eyes caught groups of carriage adorned with the Holy Crest. Mercenaries held diverse weapons, the people of the church were huddled as their red robes fluttered harshly. Contrast to the gentle wind inside the barrier, it would appear as if a tornado is blowing all things around the exterior.

Despite the situation, I couldn't help but think of the person who had been an important existence for the new witches and warlocks im rebuilding the bridge of trust to the human citizens. After the age of chaos created by the faction of the Old Witches, discrimination towards my kind began. It was the church, during Levi's time in position as the Holy Saint, that freed us from the wrath of the humans. He stood alongside us; he shielded us.

He is our Knight.