"What is…?"
Julian could not exactly ignore the commotion that was going on right under his window.
And then he began to wonder, what were the Priests who had brought in these sick people doing while the Duke was exhausting his resources for them?
What was Elian doing?
Couldn't they heal with their holy power?
Then, he spotted Elian right behind the commotion.
The Priest wasn't stopping her. Wasn't even going to consider it. He was standing on the steps, his silver hair glowing in the torchlight, looking up at Julian's darkened window.
He didn't move to help the child even if he had the power to; he simply waited, his hands folded in his sleeves, a silent observer of the chaos that was going on.
In his defense, they had done all they could, and their priests were exhausted.
So now, it was time for the saint to shine.
