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Prologue

Translated by End

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Clenching their fist tightly, every thirty thousand Paladins from the Castle Baskerville’s monastery looked beyond the meadow. A young Paladin asked, “Doyou think they will come?”

“They will.”

“Do you think we can win?”

At these words, he glimpsed at his junior from the corner of his eye, avoiding eye contact. Not a single one of them thought they would come out victorious.

Even if ‘Their’ opponent were notable&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip; they were thirty thousand, and even then, they had two Saintess among the thirty thousand Paladins.

The old Paladin encouraged the younger, “We will win.” At that moment, a cry was heard from the watch tower.

A large Bone Dragon flapped it’s wings, descending towards them.

“It’s here! The enemy! ‘They’ are here!”

were only a company of five.