Isolated corners.

There were a few people there, sensing his gaze, and slowly raised their hands to signal to him.

He walked over.

There are quite a few people, not counting him, there are already four of them.

They were all cloaked, and there was wine on the table, but no one touched it.

"It's the road, and those people in the Holy See are really annoying." He walked over and heard the shortest man in the cloak speak.

He walked to the last vacant spot and pulled his hood up, revealing his face, Wicker.

"Did they really finish that spell, Adez, Letta—is there any way to do it?" Wicker picked up a water glass and poured himself water with the jug in the other.

The person who spoke to him at first was Adez, but after hearing what Wicker said, he simply lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing that the only woman with red hair and an expressionless face was Letta.

"Cut off its energy supply - doesn't Willronton agree to this?!" Adez was extremely impatient.

"Setin personally manages this supply of energy - in Florenlyn, and every day a steady stream of 'heretics' are executed to sustain that spell." Letetta remained unmoved, "They know what that means, and Willnton won't take that risk easily." ”

"Coward!" Adez said angrily.

"What do you mean?" Wicker couldn't help frowning, "Are they using lifeforms to maintain the output of mana?" How is this possible? How can the source of mana be used for life support? ”

He couldn't help but be a little excited.

"You're an 'accident', and you should know better than anyone else how magic feels - why Elletia 'created' Soya's story." Letta glanced up at him, "Deception - Ironia was originally a hoax in the eyes of the researcher, life, transformation, magic, black mist, everything. ”

Wicker's face turned pale.

"Life, as it is, is a sacrifice. It's not that the Holy See doesn't know about it, that's why it's only possible to create such a spell. A vicissitudes of voice stunned Wicker.

The voice, he recognized, but.

"You're ......," Wicker felt a little incredulous.

"Long time no see, Wicker." The man was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

The man, who must have been no more than thirty years old, looked gray-haired and had the marks of a knife cut on his face—though only old on the surface.

There is little brilliance in the eyes.

"Alvar Razer ......" looked at him, and Wicker's expression was a little complicated.

He's ......

"My business, there's nothing to say. Mr. Adez, is there anything you have to do with me this time? Alva turned his gaze to Adez.

"I know you've been around here for the past few years." "I promised the little girl to do something, but I don't have it alone, so I'll see if you're interested in doing it." ”

"Excuse me, what ...... little girl you are talking about?" asked Alva.

"Fertney Frayton."

Adez's words caused Alva's pupils to shrink slightly.

"I understand, I'll do it if I die." Alva said solemnly.

"Is it necessary?" Adez clearly didn't understand.

"I owe her so much." Alva said, "Also, may I ask her ...... now?"

Adez looked up and glanced at the minimalist map used to decorate the walls.

"She'll be here." Adez said.

"But...... Spell...... Could it be ......" Alva frowned.

"Over Huria." Letta whispered, "It's something she'll do." ”

Click.

White smoke came out of the glass in Wicker's hand - the water inside had been steamed dry, and there were deep marks on the glass.

"...... on the Juria Mountains" Wicker frowned deeply, his hands trembling with emotion as he spoke, "those things that Soya left behind......"

"Soya......" Letta sighed softly—the kind of emotion that seemed to understand but didn't want to say more, "the poor man." ”

"In the first place—Willnton went out of his way to investigate, right? That explosion. Adez looked up at Wicker, "I remember - you were 'reborn' once for investigating that thing. ”

Wicker was silent.

"Did the Holy See do it? I've heard a little about it. "Alva Road.

"If it's really the Holy See — it's not terrible." Letta's gaze fell on Wicker, whose expression was getting more and more ugly, "Our enemy—actually, has not changed. Lornay ...... We'll find out soon. ”

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The journey seemed exceptionally smooth for a few days.

At this pace, it took only two months for the expeditionary force to cross Toria and reach Tecairoland.

This was far from the time and distance required for Hannibal's history, so when he thought about the progress, Fitney felt that it was not very difficult.

At least now there is nothing wrong with the mood of the soldiers.

As night fell, Hannibal told them to stop.

"Today's Letter." After stopping, Fitney sat down under a tree to rest when Dick handed her a letter.

Fitney needs to adjust based on the news from the front.

These letters were generally written by Corifo at the behest of Misse.

Fitnair picked up the letter, opened it in a particular way, and read it.

His expression changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Ed walked over and sat down beside her.

Fitney was silent for a moment, but Ed didn't rush her.

"Do you remember...... Helis. Fitney turned to look at him—once upon a time, the young man had done something that had caused the man he considered his friend to leave Starlight forever.

In Fitney's gaze, Ed's expression didn't change.

"I ......," Fitney frowned slightly.

She used to have many reasons not to like the people around her because of the things he did.

But she couldn't find enough reason to think that what he was doing was wrong.

Helis - The one who took advantage of their gap to enter Starlight was herself, and Ed was just the one who "revealed" these things.

To put it this way...... It really sounds like there's something to blame him.

Fitney couldn't go on.

"They would have ...... This can only be the end. Ed turned to look at Fitney and helped her pull the hair from her cheeks behind her ears, "Hubert, you're in the Holy See's army, and you're on the front lines, right?" ”

Fitney was stunned and nodded.

"Helis ......," she said, opening her mouth.

"That's not your thing. If she had been in the army for a long time, not coming to see you didn't necessarily think you were at fault. Ed stood up, took her hand, and pulled her up, "That's a matter of choice." ”

Fitney was silent and let him pull himself up: "Where are you going?"