The sleeves of the robes they wore were very long and wide, covering even the hands holding the reins. Both of them held the reins with their left hands, while their right sleeves hung limp as if there were no arms inside.0

"Paladins of the Great Church..." Mev muttered softly.0

Mev noticed they were wearing armor under their robes and that their right hands were positioned inside, ready to draw their swords at any moment. Those robes weren't just designed to look like cloaks with attached sleeves; they actually were.1

As she observed them, their hoods pulled down low, Mev added, "Have they come rushing here after hearing rumors from the West?"0

Philip, looking back at her, smiled faintly. "That's fortunate. We might get some help. If we inform them we've already stopped the ritual here—"0

"But the atmosphere feels off," Charlotte interrupted, her orange eyes filled with caution. 0

Philip shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyone would find us suspicious standing in the middle of this city. It's just a misunderstanding that can be cleared up. Isn't that right, my lord? ... My lord?"0

Receiving no response, Philip finally turned to look in the opposite direction. Ian was also staring at them with sunken eyes.0

"...?" Just as Philip tilted his head in confusion,...0