"I ...... Will do its best. After a long silence, Ed could only answer like this.

Sean didn't say anything more. When they reached the apse, the small building in the middle of the lake seemed to be unguarded, but the entire water god temple was never truly unguarded at any time.

Philip Zeri slumped on all fours under the lakeside promenade, yawning listlessly. He didn't want to face Sean at all, and he didn't actually have to obey Sean's orders anymore...... But he came over anyway, and immediately stood up with a straight spear when Sean appeared—an almost instinctive reaction.

"She's still in there. He said, wanting to pretend that nothing happened, but almost a little flattering, "I can't be honest like me." ”

Looking over from the lake, you can clearly see the figure sitting by the window. Sean was silent for a while, his gaze fixed on the small white shadow, and his eyes dilated slightly, as if he was looking at another person through insurmountable time and space.

Ed and Filly exchanged uneasy glances, and didn't hurry up until Sean stepped onto the stone bridge that led to the middle of the lake. The lightning that flew across the water flashed only occasionally, but its power did not diminish with it, but stabilized, faithfully guarding the once sacred place.

Sean's steps remained unhurried. However, the anger he pressed under the armor roared silently like a ball of flame, burning Ed in a cold sweat and trembling.

The old man paused outside the electric light for a moment, and suddenly spoke, "Do you know why she set up a defense here?"

The answer was stuck in Ed's throat. He realized that the reason seemed a little nonsense—it was more like the reason the crow wanted him to believe. But Sean didn't give him more time to think before he stepped forward.

His anger seemed to cool quickly when the door opened. He stood there, calmly looking at the woman who had risen from the window. The smiling female mage was beautiful and dignified, without the arrogance of the previous anti-guest, like an invited guest, gentle and polite and reserved, and nodded to them: "Lord Freche...... Ed. ”

Ed's heart twitched, but Sean didn't seem to notice the clear distinction between the names of intimacy.

"Abigail Wifred. He responded.

The smile froze in the crow's black eyes—she hated the name. And she was sure that the old guy who had dug up the name in front of her wouldn't know about it.

Her straight shoulders and back relaxed, raised her eyebrows and smiled, and instantly changed from a white rose to a snake made of ice and snow, with a chill all over her body, revealing her poisonous fangs, and the snake letter poking out was fierce and enchanting.

"The Weevereds are dead, my lord...... Death is more ugly than the other. She leaned back, bluntly provocative and deliberately rude, "Are you here to wash away my sins by burning me to ashes on the fire?"

It was only then that Ed remembered that Wilfred was her husband's last name...... It was also the surname of the knight who killed her family.

Naria told him about it with unconsciously sympathy, even though she had just escaped death from Raven's castle. The girl who was once called "Abby" was not innocent, but her dead relatives were innocent...... The villagers who died in her rage were just as innocent.

He couldn't help but press his forehead. In the case of "revenge", it is necessary to investigate who is more wrong and who is less wrong, and most of them are a mess of bad debts that cannot be calculated...... Why the hell is Sean mentioning this!

"Nope. He heard Sean's reply, "It's not dead...... Your son is still alive, even if he does not inherit his father's surname, he has inherited his bloodline, and so are his children...... He also has seven grandsons and granddaughters, including great-grandchildren. ”

The crow's eyes widened little by little. She stared at him in disbelief, and in the midst of resentment, panic, and bewilderment, the light of ecstasy and helplessness gradually shone out.

"It can't ......," she murmured, "it can't be...... He died, and as soon as he was born he was thrown into the fire...... I've looked for it, I've looked for it everywhere, he's dead...... He's dead!"

Her voice was suddenly sharp, stabbing Ed's ears and piercing into his head. Her former pain and despair came out of that sound and poured blood again, straight into Ed's eyes.

In that moment he saw many fragments, the past that was buried under the dust of time: the campfires and laughter in the countryside at night, the drunken eyes of young people passing by, the hands that shook and parted, the blood-red wine in the wine glass, the swarthy iron ring that bound to his wrist, the short cry of a baby, the lightning that fell on the blade, the crimson that spread by the fireplace, the blood soaked in the dirt, the dark abyss of the cracked earth......

"Abby ......"

Countless voices are calling. or affectionate or fearful, intimate or angry.

The emotion was so strong that it ran through his mind, and for a moment it was as clear as if he had experienced it himself. He involuntarily closed his eyes and took a step back. The ground shook as if the man-made island had been shaken and would soon collapse into the water.

But for a moment, everything stabilized. Little by little, the fire-like light rose from the four walls and the ground, flying in the air, seemingly irregular, but also undisturbed, like an invisible brush scribbling around, erasing the chaos in this space.

The crow's poignant tail finally disappeared from Ed's head. He shook his head, his heart palpitating—no wonder the first uncontrolled burst of her power caused such fear.

The mage slid down the wall, her eyes staring out of sight. She didn't question it anymore - Sean Freicher wouldn't tell such a lie.

She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shrunk slightly, as if she were crying. However, as a low voice squeezed out of her throat, Ed realized that she was actually laughing.

The laughter grew louder and louder, but it was impossible to tell whether it was joy or resentment. When she lowered her hand and wiped the water marks from her face, the smile on her lips was sarcastic.

"How long have you known this?" she asked, "should I be glad I'm important enough to bother you so much?"

"Not too long. Sean said in a flat tone, "You should be glad that a young priest is serious and attentive enough, and because of sympathy, he has completed the task beyond the order. ”

The white crow was silent for a moment.

"All right, sir. She said, "What are you trying to threaten me with this?"

"If you must take it as a threat," Sean replied, "then it is...... Your son, Vinstrand, was sent to the temple of the Earth Goddess from an early age, but he did not become a priest...... His granddaughter, Arcie, was a priest — she had something unusual about her strength, they say, a godsend. ”