The villagers all gazed at Kaeliyus with expressions that weren't of fear or hatred, but of shock—and if anything, of quiet sadness. Some of them dipped their heads, feeling guilty for not sharing their problems like Kaeliyus had scolded.
"Sir Kaeliyus, how could you say such a thing?" An elderly woman chided.
"After we were forsaken and left to die by our very own people, you two came to rescue us. To free us even though it required risking your own lives. So how can you say any of us feel reluctant to accept someone so kind as our Lord, sir Kaeliyus?" A man asked, his eyes carrying a mixture of emotions—sincerity, gratitude, and above all, acceptance toward Seiya.
Left to die by our very own people, Kaeliyus echoed within him. Do they think of Seiya as a demon, not human? Kaeliyus' gaze flickered to Seiya, noting his appearance again for the nth time.
