Volume 3 Chapter 1 Prologue Circle Table
In the room within the Holy Church headquarters' Holy Knight building sat a dark round table.
Seated at the round table meant for ten were 7 shadows.
One of the 7 broke the silence first.
"──Wow, it's been a while since Sir Zeguel's been here, hasn't it?"
The one who spoke was Leone Godwin.
A woman with short, neatly trimmed chestnut hair and a cute, orderly face.
However, her appearance was mismatched with her town girl face.
Clad in strict black armor, she toyed with her trusty hand axe as she inquired.
Yet, none of those present criticized her manner of dress.
For every one of them was adorned in black armor of a similar design to hers.
──They were the Purge Knights.
Black Holy Knights under the direct command of the Saint, specialists in exterminating Reincarnators wielding unreasonable powers.
"Ah, I've wrapped up my usual duties, so I thought I'd tackle this job next."
The young man who cheerfully replied to Leone was Belta di Zeguel.
A prince charming with silver hair and a gentle gaze, reminiscent of a knight in shining armor from a fairy tale.
He was known as the "highest" knight, ranking second among the Purge Knights.
Essentially, he was the leader of the Purge Knights.
It was a rare occasion for him to show his face in front of the other knights, usually preoccupied with his public duties.
"Moreover, I've discussed and decided on our future course of action with Saint Stella. I've gathered everyone here to inform you of what was decided. Thank you for coming despite your busy schedules."
"Hey, why did you turn to us in your 'busy schedule'? That's rude, isn't it?"
Picking a bone with Belta's statement was Alfonso Gratstone.
With dull red hair, hawkish eyes, and a stubble on his cheeks, he had the unassuming look of a country boy.
He was known as the "strongest" knight, ranking third in the sequence.
"No, no, you're like our secret weapon. It's actually a good thing you're free as a bird."
Due to his skills and unique nature, Alfonso rarely goes on missions.
Saint Stella even calls him the eternally-at-home knight.
"Well, whatever. Let's get back to business──or so I'd like to say, hey Rai."
"Yes?"
Alfonso, looking a bit annoyed, is speaking to a beautiful boy with black hair and amethyst eyes.
He's Rai Conwell, the Sixth-Ranked "Supreme" Knight.
"Wake up the idiot sleeping next to you."
"──Yes."
Rai sighs a bit, then shakes the shoulder of the young man sitting next to him.
He had been sitting with his arms crossed, bobbing his head, but jolts awake when his shoulder is shaken.
He has bright, slightly unruly brown hair and a somewhat frivolous face.
His name is Noah Lowe, a slender, tall young man.
He's also known as the Seventh-Ranked "Optimal" Knight.
"Ugh, is the meeting over?"
"No, it's not. Please don't sleep."
"Nah, I'm not interested in these meetings. I'll follow orders from above, so just let me sleep."
"Are you kidding me?!"
BOOM!
Noah, who had lazily responded to Rai's attempt to scold him, is suddenly met with a booming voice.
The voice belongs to a burly middle-aged man with a shaved head and a black beard.
"Hey, don't just yell like that right next to me, Mr. Hooker! It's making RizRiz nervous, and that's not cool!"
"──Ugh, sorry."
Leone, startled by the sudden loud voice, protests to him──the Fifth-Ranked "Best" Knight, Howard Hooker.
In response, he scratches his head, looking a bit sheepish.
"Sorry about that, Godwin, Howell."
"N-no, don't worry about it."
The one who responded was a red-haired girl with determined eyes.
She is Rize Howell, who was officially appointed as a Purge Knight just the other day.
"──Alright, let's wrap up the small talk, shall we?"
Watching them start to get noisy, Belta says this to calm everyone down.
"It's not often that Purge Knights get a chance to gather like this. Let's make good use of it."
Thus, Belta stood up and surveyed everyone.
Rank 3, Alfonso Gratstone.
Rank 4, Leone Godwin.
Rank 5, Howard Hooker.
Rank 6, Rai Conwell.
Rank 7, Noah Lowe.
Rank 8, Rize Howell.
──And, rank 2, Belta di Zeguel.
"Well then, let's begin our long-overdue regular meeting."
Gathered here are the mighty, each worth a thousand.
Holy Knights who have been granted the honor of donning the black armor that signifies the Holy Church's glory, the Heretic Hunters.
The mightiest force of the Holy Church was assembled.
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