Wildness and Masks

"Macal, why did you choose to become a Paladin?" The drake-blooded horse galloped swiftly, but along the way, Ogre gradually got used to it.

He even felt like having a conversation.

"Of course, it's to ease Aunt Mima's burdens," Macal replied without a second thought.

No one chooses to become a Paladin just to sacrifice themselves from the start.

'The purpose of setting out doesn't matter; what matters is having a goal—whatever that may be.'

——From "Words of the Dawn God" / Chapter of the Lord of Thorns.

"Is that so?" Ogre thought of Thrandic...

Perhaps the greatest significance of the Church of Dawn's existence is that it offers people a choice, preventing them from being cornered.

Without the church, this world might have deteriorated even further...

"I don't really have any grand ideals; I just want to make the village a bit better. The power games aren't for me—I just want to better protect the people around me and those who are weak," Macal said.

When his uncle was still alive, he often talked to him about his father.

Yes, Macal's father was also a Knight.

He was the son of a noble family Knight—a failed contender for inheritance.

"Have you ever thought about bringing Aunt Mima and the others to the city?" Ogre asked curiously.

Macal could definitely afford the taxes, and clearly, the safer town would be the best choice.