Chapter 588
Shahin’s eyes widened, and Simon, who was standing beside him, let out a gasp. "Sir Philip!"
"Didn’t expect you to know that name," Ian said, pausing to look at him.
Simon’s eyes shone as a smile spread across his face. "How could I not? He is the Agent of the Saint’s knight!"
So, word of that reached even beyond the capital.
As Ian took a swig of liquor, Simon added, "Of course, his name only truly became known after you went missing, Agent of the Saint."
"Because he lost his master?" Ian asked, lowering the bottle with a smirk.
Simon nodded at once. "Yes. Several of the more opportunistic nobles in the capital approached him, but he turned them all down flat. That actually made him even more famous. The flower you can’t have always seems more beautiful, does it not?"
That kid must have had a rough time.
Ian let out a soft laugh. He had known for a while that Philip hadn't wavered or been corrupted, thanks to the skills of the holy ring. However, even if Phillip had been serving another master, he wouldn't have felt particularly disappointed or betrayed.
After all, he was the one who had thrown Philip into the Great Church, which was practically enemy territory, and then disappeared for years.
"Since then, it’s said that few have even met him, let alone spoken with him," Simon added, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Not only did he refuse all requests, but he apparently doesn't spend much time at the Great Church. Chaos and madness have been seeping into all corners of the Empire, you see."
Despite his hushed tone, Simon’s eyes, as he looked up at Ian, were more vibrant than ever. He was not only enjoying the story but was clearly hoping to hear things from Ian that no one else knew. Ian, of course, was thinking something else entirely.