Chapter 11 The Fooler of the Demon
Inside the luxurious carriage, Lette lay sprawled on the velvet cushions with his legs crossed, taking up most of the carriage space.
Along with the teapot set on the wooden table, Emily could only curl up in the corner.
Under the escort of the disciplinary Black Knight, they had already left the Holy Grant Duchy and were heading towards the most sacred Holy City of the Holy Light Church.
Because the triennial Holy Presence Day was approaching, there was no shortage of pilgrims traveling to the Holy City from all over the continent.
At least on this journey, Lette and his group encountered several of them.
The conspicuous attire of the disciplinary Black Knight attracted a lot of attention. But truly dazzling was definitely this luxury carriage in the middle of the procession.
After all, the disciplinary Black Knight usually escorted criminals and prisoners, being someone's guard was indeed a first-time thing.
"Your Highness!"
The Knight Captain's voice came from outside the carriage: "Ahead is Linsaint Watchtower, should we resupply at the nearby Linta Town?"
"No need..."
"Yes!"