Chapter 114: The Paladin
The Holy Church stood tall and solemn, its white walls reflecting the morning winter sun with a blinding glow that enveloped the area in a magical radiance.
Within its expansive halls, the air hung still, unaffected by the outside world. Quiet and serene, these words perfectly encapsulated the atmosphere within its towering walls. It was a sanctuary of peace and reverence, yet it also served as the residence for many influential individuals, including the paladins –– a distinguished order of knights endowed with the ability to wield magic and blessed with holy powers, their purpose transcending mere earthly matters.
They were those who controlled the flow of any type of magic within the Kingdom. They were those who could judge the mages and alchemists, seal their powers, or sentence them to prison. And they were the ones whose single word could decide the fate of the ones holding magical powers. No matter who they were.
Embraced within the tranquil solitude of the Church’s library sat Sarith, his deep golden eyes firmly fixed on the yellow pages of an old thick book on the desk before him.
Sarith was the chief paladin of the Holy Order of Knights. He was a tall man who had just turned thirty-five, although both his strong frame and beautiful youthful features could never betray his real age.
The morning sun reflected on his neat red, orange, and white uniform which went well with the fiery flow of his long straight orange locks that cascaded all the way down to his lower back. He was known as the man of fire; "The Sun" of the Holy Church. He was a person with a presence so powerful, that he could outshine even the King, but his modesty was just as outstanding, and that was precisely why he could never cross that line.
Sarith’s eyes continued to slowly scan the contents of the page when his attention was caught by the sound of approaching footsteps coming from the library’s entrance.
A tall man in a pristine white knight uniform stood behind the paladin, his voice clear but quiet as he greeted his commander,
"Lord Sarith, Sir Kamil greets you to deliver some news."
Sarith moved his golden gaze away from the book’s pages and focused it on the distant shelves in front of him, returning the knight’s greeting,
"What news is that, Sir Kamil?"