Chapter 927: Volume 29 Sword Qi Long Pointing - 21 Abandonment
Seething with rage, Deneby suppressed the fury in his heart, suffering a great blow to his self-esteem from Kent’s uncompromising refusal.
It was no wonder that Sir Frenster had early reservations about this knight leader, whose head was as impenetrable as granite, someone who couldn’t even discern the fundamental interests of the Pericles Church. He was utterly unfit for the role of knight leader. Knights full of compassion and intent on purging darkness could only ever play the part of mere enforcers, forever pursuing elusive ideals without paying attention to practical matters beneath their feet. How could such a person hold such a high position? A fool who knows nothing of importance!
Looking into the blazing fury in Kent’s eyes, Deneby’s own wrath, which was about to burst forth, died down once again. Wasn’t he the same thirty years ago? Full of hot blood, never looking back, where justice lay, there he would be, ready to lay down life and limb. But while ideals are beautiful, reality is cruel; the frost and snow had long since smoothed away his own edges, leaving only a polished roundness. Sometimes, small steps back are necessary for greater advances.
Kent was lucky; time hadn’t robbed him of that most holy thing in his heart. It was exceedingly rare. Let himself bear the filth and stains. Casting a deep look at the pained and somewhat twisted determined face of Kent, Deneby felt unspeakably moved.
"Knight Leader Kent, I am tasked by Archbishop Frenster to take responsibility for everything today. You may hold onto your opinions, and I won’t interfere with your actions, but I must temporarily take over leadership of the Thunderhorse Knight Group from you. However, if the Thunderhorse Knights refuse to follow my orders, I will not blame them. I will report everything to Archbishop Frenster upon my return to Marco, and I will take full responsibility," Deneby said with a gentle sigh, his gaze filled with helplessness and regret, which meant that Kent could no longer carry out his duties as the Knight Leader of the Thunderhorse Knights.
There was a bitter look in Kent’s solemn gaze. He hadn’t imagined it would come to this. Deneby refused to offer any explanation, merely having a very brief conversation with Komer before everything changed. Could Komer really be a Psychic Magic Mage who had swayed Deneby’s resolve in such a short time?
No, that couldn’t be. The clear structure of Deneby’s thoughts and the firm light in his eyes proved that his reasoning was not influenced by anyone. As the Cathedral Grand Mage of Pericles Church, no one could exert psychic magic control over him in such a situation, not even His Holiness the Pope. This also meant that it was his own decision.
Why? Why had things turned out this way?