"Thank you, Your Majesties."
Reinhardt knelt on one knee to show his gratitude. For him and the Temple of Light, there could be no greater honour.
The hall buzzed for a while, with the Seven Commanders and their orders congratulating the party in question.
Just when it seemed like the assembly was over, the King spoke again. His eyes had been on the Divine Paladin the entire time, his expression unreadable.
"Reinhardt."
The King rose from his throne and walked towards the knight. As a 6-foot-3 man, Reinhardt was quite tall. Not to mention his unparalleled features, which only increased his handsomeness.
Next to the knight, the King could not even reach his shoulders. What's more, decorate himself as much as he wanted with jewellery and a crown; not even the brightest crystal could outshine the halo of this hero.
The King extended his hand and patted the knight, saying, "Well done."
