Chapter 213: In Dork’s Point of View (3)
The fourth division of the Order of the Galaxy should have been disbanded. After all, they had supported Elder Reganon, who had walked down a road of betrayal. Even if Reganon himself were pardoned and absolved, knights who broke their oaths were usually forced into dishonorable retirement or lost their lives.
However, Reganon was not one to simply watch that happen, and it wasn’t the outcome Besil wanted either. Though betraying the patriarch was indeed a grave crime, but...
“At the time, we believed that it was the best choice for Sefira, so we hold no regrets. We will gladly pay the price for our mistake. But please, do not cast us out. Grant us the chance to live our lives for Sefira.”
The Order of the Galaxy admitted that their choice had been misguided, and they were willing to accept whatever punishment came of it. They insisted it had been a misjudgment, not betrayal. While that was true, betrayal was still betrayal. If knights who had turned against their patriarch went unpunished, the discipline of the family would crumble. And so, the fourth division of the Order of the Galaxy was officially dissolved and stripped of their knighthood.
However, their wish was respected: instead of exile, they were reassigned with new roles, such as chief supervisor of wall repairs, captain of the border watchtowers, or assistant inspector to the Sacred Order of Sefira. All harsh or dangerous duties, normally left to low-ranking men, were entrusted to them.
Among them, Gant, the division captain, was made responsible for the Celestial Archery Hall, a training facility where the fundamentals of archery were taught. Overnight, he had fallen from a knight of Sefira’s strongest order to an instructor for fledgling recruits, with his pay cut in half. But he bore no resentment.
“Just being given the chance to serve in a place where new archers are raised is more than enough reason to be grateful.”
Even if the raw, clumsy trainees made him shout in frustration daily, Gant was still thankful, still content, until...
“What? That bastard—no, Lord Keter became the Bow of the South?!”
...he heard the news that Keter had returned.
Keter ended up being Gant’s savior, and he knew this too. But when he heard that Keter was thriving, his teeth clenched on their own.
“Everything is working out for you! Hah! Well, it makes sense because you’re so brilliant! Damn it!”