1344 A.D. marked the year of the Flying Black Dragon. It was September 30 this day, and it was raining lightly.
The Knights of the Holy Temple stopped paving and hid in a makeshift wooden shed, bragging and chatting while drinking fruit wine.
For them, life in Westwind was not pleasant; actually, it was much harder than in Bright Road, which, however, had been devastated by the Spectre Army. As for the Knights of the Holy Temple who stayed there, few of them remained alive now.
Thinking of this, the Knights working here stopped grumbling and began to feel
In the drizzling rain, two nuns, aged sixteen or seventeen, sneaked into Robert's church.
Robert didn't stay inside the house on this rainy day. Instead, he was sitting on the stone chair in the yard, with a huge umbrella he had Li
