For the first time in his life, Palansi sat in a wheelchair.
The next morning, as the "Empire's Strongest Saint," fully equipped and back at his peak, he was pushed out of the hospital room by a young knight who was several hundred years younger than him.
The warm sunlight fell on him, yet it almost made his cheeks flush.
The harmonious scene was like a granddaughter pushing her elderly grandfather with weak legs outside to bask in the sun, peaceful and serene, with a hint of a family reunion atmosphere.
However, they were not grandfather and granddaughter, and he had never had any leg inconveniences — he could wear armor and wield the holy sword to fight in a rebellion war.
Don't rush, Palansi, calm down, Palansi!
Your current setting is of an elderly man.
