"Paladins!"
Noah withdrew his consciousness, the gleaming golden dragon eyes showing a contemplative look. He had found the mastermind behind the extreme hunting organization in the Alviss Continent, established in his name.
It was precisely the professionals he trusted the most, a group of paladins. More precisely, a group of paladins who had already fallen into darkness, a pitiable group that even made him sigh.
Every paladin who could receive a response from the Holy Light held steadfast faith and noble pursuits. They were the group most despised by the ruling class and also the most feared professionals by the followers of evil gods and the fallen. To the struggling lower class, they were the transcendents they most longed to encounter.
They were so lofty, each paladin appearing as the embodiment of perfection, that even Noah was willing to give them complete trust and significant responsibilities.
