Chapter 255
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The knights boarded the transport.
Order. Restraint. Precision.
They made no unnecessary movements. They did not chatter or lounge about. Even the angle of the fingers fastening their belts matched the manual exactly.
Some counted their breaths with their eyes closed. Some studied their reflections in the helmets resting on their laps. Others laid a hand on their sword hilts and maintained a prayerful silence.
Perhaps this was the discipline and culture I had instilled in the Sentinels.
This place was no longer what it had once been.
I remembered the Sentinels before my regression.
An organization pushed around by palace officials, stripped of its jurisdiction by the Imperial Guard, and strangled by shrinking budgets.