In the bright Holy Hall, the young officer strode towards the figure kneeling in earnest prayer before the holy image.
"Knight Commander John, I hope you can send a telegram back home to call in more Holy Knights, or simply let the London airship come over and use the purifying fire to directly wipe out those darkness creatures' nests.
Please believe me, as a front-line officer who has long dealt with the Texans, just the power of a single Knight Order division is absolutely insufficient."
The young officer in his crisp military uniform, with a serious expression, saw the figure kneeling before the holy image seemingly ignore his words, and couldn't help but grow impatient: "Earlier, a Great Knight fell silently, unable even to convey any message, which is clear evidence!"
Knight Commander John finished the last line of prayer before unhurriedly standing up: "Every Holy Knight, from the moment they join the Knight Order, is ready to devote themselves to God."
