That Time I Got Turn Banquet (3)

The Holy Knights—they were known all across the world. They were humanity’s pride, the ones who stood firm against the attacks of demon kings. Their strength and reputation were said to rival even that of the summoned heroes.

Naturally, Scarlett’s curiosity was stirred. She began walking toward the entrance with graceful steps, her long dress swaying lightly with every move. Behind her followed Princess Ingrassia, the short Elminia, and King Darwitz himself.

The king hadn’t spoken a single word since their eting. Whether it was fear, caution, or simply respect, Scarlett didn’t care to know. She wasn’t in the mood to talk to him anyway.

By the ti they reached the front, a crowd had already ford near the doors. Everyone was trying to get a glimpse of the Holy Knights. But for Scarlett, it wasn’t hard at all. Her tall height—around 184 centiters—combined with her heels, gave her a clear view over everyone’s heads.

The first familiar figure she spotted wasn’t the Holy Knights but Reiza, towering easily above the rest of the guests on the opposite side of the hall. Her unusual green hair cut in modern style stood out like moonlight under the chandelier. Scarlett smiled faintly but didn’t bother walking all the way there.

Her focus returned to the grand entrance. All the maids near the door bowed deeply, their movents synchronized and respectful. Then—one by one—the Holy Knights stepped inside.

At the front was a woman who imdiately drew everyone’s attention. She had long silver hair that shimred like liquid light and piercing silver eyes that seed to see through everything. She wore a flowing white frock-style dress with delicate patterns embroidered across it, her presence majestic and almost divine.

Scarlett recognized her instantly. Vesilisa—the captain of the Holy Knights.

Beside her walked a man with neatly combed black hair, brown eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses, and a calm, intelligent air about him. He wore a black coat with golden lines on the edges, looking more like a scholar than a warrior. He was Arthur, Vice captain of the holy knights.

Behind them was a young girl who looked no older than sixteen, with long pink twin tails bouncing lightly as she walked. Her skin was smooth, her expression bright and innocent, almost too cute for a holy knight. Scarlett didn’t know her na, forget it! She didn't knew anyone's na at all.

Then ca three n walking at the back.

The first was tall and broad-shouldered, with a thick blonde beard and deep blue eyes. A golden cross-shaped pendant hung in his hand, and his expression carried the calm faith of a priest. Scarlett guessed he must be a devot believer of so deity—probably goddess.

Next was a man with bright orange hair and sharp red eyes. His posture was wild, his grin reckless, and a faint aura of heat seed to ripple around him. His eyes had dark circles beneath them, giving him the look of soone who barely slept. He reminded Scarlett of a delinquent or a wandering fighter—soone ruled by fire, both inside and out.

And finally, there was the strangest one among them.

A middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, wearing plain clothes without any decoration. He didn’t carry the air of strength or authority like the others—just a calm, quiet presence that made him look almost too normal. His plain appearance was so out of place among these divine-looking warriors that Scarlett couldn’t help but stare at him with confusion.

"Is he really one of the Holy Knights?" she wondered silently.

Her expression must have shown her confusion, because Princess Ingrassia, standing beside her, noticed and smiled faintly.

“Should I introduce them to you?” Ingrassia asked softly, turning her golden eyes toward Scarlett.

Scarlett nodded slightly.

Ingrassia pointed toward the group

and said with a proud smile, “They are the main team of the Holy Knights. There are other branches too, but they’re considered the sub-teams. Those ones are strong as well, but the main team is just on another level—just like you!”

Scarlett glanced at them curiously as Ingrassia continued pointing at a woman with long silver hair that shimred under hall's bright light. “That woman is Miss Vesilisa, the captain of the Holy Knights. And the man standing beside her is Mr. Arthur, the vice-captain.”

Then, Ingrassia turned her finger toward a cheerful girl with pink twin tail hair and bright eyes. “That’s Miss Orihi. She’s actually a very popular idol too. There are millions of fans who would do anything for her! Now that I think about it, Miss Vesilisa also performs on stage sotis for fun. You should definitely attend one of their concerts soday—it’s really amazing!”

Ingrassia’s voice was full of excitent, but Scarlett’s thoughts drifted elsewhere.

“Orihi? That na sounds very similar to Aoto and Chiyoko’s nas,” Scarlett murmured, frowning slightly as if sothing didn’t quite add up.

Ingrassia nodded. “Yes, you’re right. She was summoned hero too, but instead of going her own way, she joined the Holy Knights later on.”

Without stopping, Ingrassia pointed again. “The man who looks like a priest—that’s Mr. Adam. He works part-ti as an actual priest. The one with orange hair who looks kind of like a delinquent is Mr. Igris. He used to be an S-rank adventurer and has even slayed several dragons!”

Scarlett blinked in surprise. "Dragons?