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... ommander of the Holy Knights, huh?

I’ve caught a big one.

It seemed he was in charge of all the knights of the Church.

“You must be Han Israt. I’ve heard of your name.”

The middle-aged knight slowly drew his sword. A soft light glowed from his eyes.

“I am Dozmek Ryel, a Holy Knight who has pledged my sword to Tel and Ikar.”

“Where are the others? Why are you alone?”

“I have no obligation to tell you.”

“Hiding them somewhere? It’d be ...

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