The Thoughts of The Werewolves
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Under the moonlight, at Preston, everyone's faces were clearly illuminated.
Although on the city walls, the Holy Knights were still working diligently.
However, it wasn't as if none of them had gone to check on the Werewolves' movements.
When the Werewolves wanted to use their Amethyst Rank strength to leap over Elendil, the flaming sword, the Holy Knights had already noticed something strange.
"Commander, those Werewolves wants to step on the air to reach here!"
A Holy Knight reported to Philip.
Philip listened and gave an 'oh' as answer.
He wiped the dust on his hands that had been left from moving the stones.
He wasn't nervous at all about the Holy Knights' report.
After all, he was someone who had seen Elendil's might on the battlefield of St. Servant.
He did not dare to say that he understood Elendil's ability better than Lord Cardinal Monn.