A subtle complaint drifted out from the corner of his mouth.
A doctor clad in a simple white coat strolled leisurely out of the Divine Descendant Cathedral.
Beneath his silver-white short hair was a smiling face with squinted eyes; though he grumbled, it didn't seem to truly bother him.
Even on such a solemn occasion, he carried an ornate dark-golden medical case strapped to his back.
It was his indispensable tool, and also his responsibility.
"Because the sacred blessing ceremony for the Imperial Army God traditionally does not impose restrictions regarding the gods' attire, they may appear in their favored battlefield garb, which occasionally results in strong figures like Doctor Lugayard."
"Don't be fooled by appearances—he is the Fifth War God, the Seat of Mica. His very presence serves as a remedy for hearts in doubt."
Lugayard stopped before the Seat of Mica. Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, he smiled softly and nodded in acknowledgment.
