In the Knight Order's kitchen, you had just finished preparing lunch for the day. She gently held her hand over the remaining soup in the pot, infusing it with holy magic, careful not to be seen by anyone. A prayer that the wounded knights might heal even a little faster—a ritual she had continued for many months now.

Just then, a commotion could be heard from the mess hall. When she went to see what was happening, an unfamiliar young lady in a white robe was surrounded by the knights.