Mel didn't speak; another knight standing beside him stared at him and asked.
"Why would a noble become an adventurer?"
Alex answered without hesitation.
"Because I want to become stronger! Stronger than the limit my fate has apparently set for me! Is that reason good enough?"
"It's enough," Mel said with an emotionless gaze fixed on his face, his tone cold, "It's also enough of a reason to have gone astray. If you were truly devout, you would know that Saint Sis has its reasons for what it does."
"I know...but I have my own reasons too."
Grinding his teeth as he spoke, Alex stared incredulously at the unsympathetic Mel, unable to believe that the latter really didn't remember him at all.
The armed priest carrying a mace walked up to him, pinched his cheek, then tugged at his ear.
Soon, a look of surprise crossed the priest's face, and he turned back to speak to Commander Mel.
"The skin is tough; this certainly isn't his real face!"
Mel's eyes sharpened in an instant.