Ulm watched Derm's somewhat disappointed figure, fell silent for a moment, then looked out the window.
In the afternoon, the trees in Alandler rustled.
Groups of three or five dockworkers were gathered together playing dice, occasionally bursting into joyful laughter.
Ascetics were softly conversing with patients who had traveled from afar for medical advice, inquiring about their ailments.
The young Monastic Knights, in inconspicuous corners, were holding bottles of wine and playing self-made Gwent cards—their lifelong vows left them no spare money to purchase official card packs, but since no one else had them either, they didn't mind the authenticity.
This harmonious scene's duration was uncertain.
He murmured softly, "My lord, I don't know whether your insistence on establishing an Earthly Heaven in the Holy Land is right or wrong, but I will always stand by you."
…
Jerusalem, in the Royal Palace Garden.
"Master Hans!"
"Master Conrad."
