After a great battle, rest was inevitable.
Everyone sat around the campfire, tending to their wounds. Drew and Perry diligently cast Healing Magic, using gentle light to heal everyone.
The Holy Light Knight didn't need Healing Magic, his faith in Holy Light was enough to heal his injuries. Now, sitting in front of the campfire, he still kept a straight face, staring at the flickering flames, lost in thought.
He didn't say how he was resurrected, and everyone was too lazy to ask.
Maru looked at the Holy Light Knight with dissatisfaction and said to the person next to her, "Doesn't he have anything to say for himself? It was all because of him that we encountered the enemy."
"Maru, stop talking," Leon waved his hand.
What he meant was not to reason with someone whose religious zealotry had gone to their head; such people have their own logic, and arguing with them would only infuriate oneself.
