At noon, the scorching sun blazed down on the earth.
The wind blew, making the flags flutter noisily.
In the north and south, the sentries from the Golden Snake and White Fox camps stood on their wooden towers, yawning as they gazed into the distance.
The whole world seemed quiet, as if everything had become lazy.
Suddenly, from the almost sealed eastern exit of Buck Town, a man on a horse emerged. The man was clad in silver-white armor, and the horse was shrouded in heavy battle gear.
He walked straight along the central line of the street.
Immediately, the sentries from the north and south camps craned their necks, idly watching.
Gray was still in the tent comforting Shelley when Vivian and Catherine almost simultaneously cried out.
"He's here!"
"Who?"
"The Holy Knight! Or rather, a First Class Angel!"
Gray's hand, which was caressing Shelley's head, instantly froze. Shelley looked up, her teary eyes gazing at Gray, "What's wrong?"
