Clip! Clop!
Hundreds of civilians gathered at the two sides of the main street, filling shops and empty spaces alike.
All of them were staring at the men and women on horseback. Some had to gaze at Asher for a long time before they recognised him.
"It's Achilles!"
"What?! Didn't he burn to death?"
"It's him, I swear!"
"It's true. Those men are his paladins, the transcendent ones!"
The soft whispers grew louder and louder until someone from the crowd yelled. "Achilles!"
Asher turned.
Seeing that, the people all fell on their knees. Some of them bowed their heads. This act not only stunned Aquila and Sapphira but it also awed the white haired man in the Winter castle, watching from a window.
"I hear you kill your fellow freemen." Asher spoke while moving. His voice though soft echoed throughout the street as it was as silent as a graveyard.
