Gauss could indeed sense an indescribable atmosphere enveloping the entire Graystone Town.
But he couldn't quite pinpoint what was different.
Sorrow? It didn't seem to be.
Repression?
It was there, but not much of it.
Maybe it was more of a sense of witnessing the wheels of history rolling forward, witnessing the end of an era, while also feeling a confused unease about the unknown.
Speaking of which, in his memory, there were some fragmented memories about Sword Saint Roland as well.
In his impression, he seemed to be the core of an elite squad that slew the demon king, a legendary Sword Saint, the strongest human hero, who created a century of peace as a great hero.
But for the original Gauss, as well as the vast majority of ordinary people, Sword Saint Roland was more like a character that only appeared in stories, a name that lived in far-off legends.
The era when Roland truly roamed the continent was more than a hundred years ago.
