"Hah..." Lance laughed helplessly. "Although I'd like to say this is a test from the gods, you should know I'm not a Bishop. In fact, I don't know why that entity did so. Perhaps it's like us watching fights in an arena—just for a bit of fun."
"But if that's the case, then what is our purpose?"
It was a war among the gods, and they were like chess pieces on a board. How was that different from him serving the Church and joining the expedition?
The Lord's words had pulled him out of the deep pit of the Church, only for him to be thrown into another. Who could bear it?
"Our purpose is right there." Lance lifted his gaze to the square.
Reynard, as if sensing something, followed his gaze. The square was alive with singing and laughter, a level of joy he had never witnessed before.
Seeing everyone's smiles, his restless heart was somehow soothed.
Lance smiled and gestured.
