Before the eyes of Fedor, more than twenty staff officers, and Ash Guard Thinker Bach, who had been strategizing alongside them.
Reinhardt, clutching the Radiant Holy Artifact, visibly froze on the spot.
Though it was only for an instant, it was unmistakable.
Bach's brow furrowed. He instinctively assumed this was due to the influence of the Demon Void Realm, that the residual Demon Power in Reinhardt's Spiritual World was affecting the man's judgment.
"Sir?"
Fedor's heart sank as well.
While he wasn't a fanatic like Nun Superior Eleonor, he was keenly aware of the horrific consequences that would follow if Demon Power corrupted an Imperial Knight.
In fact, in that instant, his right hand had already moved subtly to the hilt of his Knight's Broadsword, and his right leg had shifted slightly back.
Reinhardt was silent. He took a deep breath, looked up at the blood-red sky of the Eternal Battlefield—a twisted reflection of the Demon Void Realm—and replied, "I'm... fine."
