83. Little Flowers
Hendrickson was beginning to walk away. They were not even worth his time, the young holy knight realized.
This unsettling frustration began building up in Guila's chest. It was unfair. This was the man she was following.
It was awful.
Armored hand gripped into a fist, she tried to stand up. Her legs wouldn't move. They were crushed. It hurt.
Even the sins- even the sins. Could no one defeat him? Could no one stand up to him? King Arthur- their sudden ally- he was out of commission as well. He was only her age, but he had lasted for so long-
So frustrating.
How frustrating.
She was nearly at the point of breaking down.
Zeal.
"Invigorate."
A gentle warmth filled her heart. Guila blinked, staring at her hands as she felt the nerves in her legs work again. Dumbfounded, she looked over her shoulder, watching with wide eyes as the Great Healer of Liones took a step forth.
Hendrickson frowned as everyone got back to their feet. Even Diane and King looked so amazed, awestruck. Diane looked close to tears.
Lady Elizabeth, with one hand raised, arrived at the scene with such divine presence. There was a glimpse of orange in her eyes, they were bright and beautiful.
Little flowers were growing by her feet.
"So you've come," the Great Holy Knight said slowly, hand back to the hilt of his sword as she took one last step forward.
Standing there, up ahead, she stood in front of them, her body like a shield. Silver hair swayed at the touch of wind. Guila held her breath.
"I have."
It was like she was a goddess.