It's fortunate, yet unfortunate, that the people in the garrison didn't witness the showdown between the most infamous spellcasters of the Newly Reclaimed Land and the most unassuming priest—or rather, a one-sided beating.
When a third person appeared in the room, the lively and joking atmosphere between Winters and Caman instantly vanished into thin air.
Caman slowly stepped back, unobtrusively giving up the central space of the room, causing everyone's gaze to refocus on Winters.
Meanwhile, Caman himself stood with clasped hands, like every competent confessor priest, present yet not stealing the limelight.
Winters froze for a moment, then cooperatively walked toward the coat rack, calmly putting his jacket back on.
The office originally belonging to Major Sunder suddenly plunged into an abnormal silence, with only the rustling sound of clothes being audible.
