Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

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Cathedral of the Lady of the Lake in Bretonnia.

This source of faith in Bretonnia has always maintained a considerable number of lake nymphs. Even in the current period of fighting against the green tide, there are several lake nymphs responsible for maintenance in this cathedral.

The vibrant light green magical wind swirls over the church, representing the sanctity of the goddess. The candles that never go out in the church represent the light of the goddess. The inner hall, which is tens of meters high, and the magical paintings floating on the ceiling representing the founding of Bretonnia all represent the sanctity of this area.

And the most important thing is the sculpture of the Lady of the Lake inside the church, with open hands and looking at the people lovingly.

This beautiful, gentle, compassionate, and chaste lady could not bear to see Bretonnia fall into civil war and strife forever, so she walked out of the lake and canonized the first Knight King.

Her sculptures always look so holy and beautiful, as if all filth and words cannot be contaminated at all. And under the statue that is tens of meters high, any knight can truly feel that the goddess's equal gaze does not see him, but sees the thousands of people of Bretonnia.

Even many knights who once escaped honor and belief will choose to use their lives to achieve their beliefs under the gentle gaze of the sculpture.

This is the root of Bretonnia, the source of faith for the knights.

Now, all the great knights have joined the goddess's call and together with the Lake Fairy have chosen to go to the Badlands to fight against the terrifying green tide.

It must have been a very great battlefield. The sky-shattering roars and sounds of fighting shook the entire earth, and the magical wind couldn't even cause any interference. The brilliance of the human spirit confronts pure malevolence in a faraway land.

The steel knights charged towards the huge giant on the vast plains. The almost earth-shaking roar and light are scenes that everyone who participated in the Green Wave will never forget and will always be etched in their hearts. And anyone who turns his back on this scene must have lost his heart.

In the headquarters fleet of the Bretonnian Chivalrous Expedition Fleet, Knight Commander Goethe was kneeling under the statue of the goddess, praying in a low voice for his future.

"Goddess, please forgive my sins."

"Goddess, please forgive me for my infidelity."

"I was once taken away from that great battlefield due to poor control of my horse. At the peak of the Green Tide battle, my horse was frightened and took me away from that blazing hot land. I feel deeply guilty."

"My faith in the goddess could not contain the mad war horse. I could only kill it and return to the battlefield. But by that time, the war was over. I participated in the great war against the green tide, but I was the only one There is no honor, only scars of damage.”

"I swear that I will never surrender to the enemy as commander of a chivalrous expedition."

"I swear that I will regain the glory of the goddess, no matter what form the Holy Grail takes."

"Only the goddess and Bretonnia have the right to control the Holy Grail. No fanatic or anyone can possess that highest honor."

"I will atone for my sins, and I will lead the knights of Bretonnia to give the goddess a chance to wash away her grievances. We will use our lives to take back the goddess's sacred objects."

"Please Goddess don't protect our existence, just because we have long lost faith."

"This is our battle to take back our faith."

The tall knight half-knelt in front of the sculpture and said his oath in a deep voice.

And as the heavy oath continued to be uttered, the magical aura emerging from the knight also continued to weaken.

This brave knight who was once watched by the goddess and blessed by the fairy in the lake has now voluntarily chosen to seal his power. He planned to use his life and blood to make up for his sins.

Although, no one thought he was guilty.

After all the light on his body had subsided, the tall knight slowly let out a breath.

Under the admiring gaze of many lake fairies, the knight who had sworn the oath gracefully bowed to all the lake fairies who witnessed the oath, and then walked out of the Goddess Church in full armor.

In front of the church, on the streets of Bretonnia, a man who also looked very chivalrously dressed, but somehow looked extraordinarily gorgeous and radiant, was smiling towards the surroundings. Greetings from the assembled citizens.

After Knight Goethe came nearby, the bright-looking man waved his hands around.

"Okay, enthusiastic citizens! We are on a chivalrous expedition to atone for our own sins, not cowards talking in the streets. Now we are about to go on a crusade against the most terrible evil in the world. Please forgive me!"

"Lord Joshua! You must kill those beasts who have blasphemed the goddess!"

"Lord Joshua will definitely become the great knight of the next green wave!"

"We believe Lord Joshua!"

Many citizens shouted in support and left the scene with expressions of ecstasy. Only the beautiful, yes, the man who can only be described as beautiful now spread his hands helplessly and looked at Goethe.

"Look, Knight Goethe. I advised you not to bring me to the goddess' temple to pray. If I go in, let alone other people's opinions. But there will definitely be citizens who disturb the peace of the fairies in the lake. That's why I have to wait for you here. Are you satisfied now?"

"... Humph."

This flamboyant man has an unusual charm.

Knight Goethe looked at the man in front of him indifferently, looking at this man who claimed to have escaped from the Broken Land and vowed to occupy the entire Broken Land with a chivalrous expedition, and distrust and disgust emerged in his heart.

Goethe himself was a forced deserter, a real knight, a tortured knight, and it was impossible for him to smile like this after escaping from his responsibilities. It would be better to say that half a month ago, when he just came back, the knight who was like a frightened bird was more in line with the situation.

But now, as the leader of the Bretonnian expedition fleet, Goethe could not blame the commander-in-chief of the entire chivalrous expedition army.

He could only stubbornly reject Joshua's suggestion and form an expeditionary force with pure redemption knights.

It was their inevitable responsibility to welcome the Holy Grail, and it was their sin not to catch up with it in the first place. Now they actually need mercenaries and mages as assistants, which is simply a shame among shames.

"Hey, Goethe Knight."

Looking at the Goethe Knight who ignored him and walked towards the port in silence, Joshua shouted behind him.

"I sincerely advise you not to believe what you see in front of you when you arrive at the Broken Land. Although our plan is very perfect, please also pay attention that we are a team. Not a pure revenge fleet."

"... I know."

Goethe stopped and turned to look at the purple-eyed knight, and said stiffly.

At the same time, at the border of the Chaos Icefield, at the edge of the Stonehenge, a knight with a ribbon sneezed.

"A-choo!"

"Can you still catch a cold if you are protected by the Holy Grail?"

"Ah, no, I just suddenly thought of a question, my nose is a little itchy."

The young knight twisted his nose and looked at the huge construction site in front of him with some confusion.

This is where they once rode and defeated the demon army. It is rich in war elements and concepts of death, which is very suitable for the location of the Heavenly Fortress.

But the knowledge about the fairies is turning in their minds. The younger young knights who are not disturbed too much by the Lady of the Lake always can't help but fantasize while working. Satisfy the wild fantasies they have at this age.

"No, what's the difference between fairies and demons?"

"I don't know, maybe they look more deceptive?"

"Can you fuck?"

"......?"

Brother, something is wrong.

The people around looked at the thoughtful boy strangely, and the expression on their faces seemed a little awed.