On May 2, 1463, Imperial Calendar, rare sunshine appeared after continuous spring rain.
The long clouds are like smoke, sometimes obscuring the sun, sometimes revealing spots of light, making Ayreaf's iron helmet scorchingly hot.
The accompanying Holy Alliance Corps Commander told Ayreaf that it was because the Saint's Grandson had arrived, so the sun came out.
But Ayreaf only thought he was talking nonsense, if the Saint's Grandson was so powerful, why didn't he make the sun rise at night, then we wouldn't need to fight the vampires.
He scratched his head, caught a louse, killed it and flicked it away.
"In this blazing sun, will vampires really come out?" Guarding this small mountain pass, Ayreaf showed full impatience.
This isn't any important location, just a small pass, guarding it seems overly cautious.
Ayreaf had previously applied to go to the front line but was denied.
