On the front line, where the royal realm meets the realm of Havarg, Falt, a battle brews under dark sky.

The sky was extremely gloomy, and the thick dark clouds were like a whirlpool in the dark blue sea of a storm, and the thunder and lightning tried to crawl out of it, but they were pulled back violently—pulled into the whirlpool, struggling, writhing.

The thunder was like a drum, accompanied by torrential rain, and it beat again and again in the hearts of the soldiers standing under the sky.

Robert rode his horse, at the back of the army—he looked at the army on the opposite side, covered with a silvery white layer, his whole face tense.

"Mr. Collifor still hasn't woken up." Before he came out, he remembered what the servant who had come to report had said.

Corifo was seriously injured and unconscious, Christie was missing, and there was no news of the expeditionary force.

He always felt that something had happened beyond his imagination.

The Holy See suddenly issued a war letter—a move that also seemed a little inexplicable.

But......

It was because of the stalemate with the Holy See that he could not allow his doubts to affect others.

"For the glory of the Kingdom of Luther!" Robert looked up and said loudly.

"For the glory of the Kingdom of Luther!" Following him, the soldiers shouted - for a moment, the thunder was drowned out by the shouts of the army.

It was also at this time that the rain fell, and fell on the soldiers on both sides, and on Robert's face—and,

On the other side, the blind mage stood in the rain, despite the fact that he was soaking wet.

"Ready." He said to the people around him.

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Techero Territory.

Florenlin Cathedral.

Because it was raining, there were no people on the streets - the shops outside the church were pure white, and almost every street had sculptures of Elletia.

Rustling......

Travelers in thick cloaks walk the streets - there are still "pilgrims" at this time, but they are not cared about because there are only two people.

It was two tall men, and the rain fell on them with a clear muffled sound, and the cloak was constantly washed.

"It's raining heavily." One of them said.

"It doesn't matter." The other replied.

"Have you ever been to the kingdom of Luther before—Alva?"

"Not a few times." Alva replied.

The first person to speak raised his head slightly, revealing a face that had some vicissitudes of life - Wicker.

"There is a statue of Erentia in Florenlin Cathedral, and legend has it that if the name of someone who has passed away is written and burned in front of the statue, that soul will be blessed and happy in the afterlife." Wicker said slowly.

"Do you think ......" I'd believe it—Alva apparently meant to say that.

"But in Willonton, there's a second half to the story that makes the story believable, and that's that, at the price, Arentia will make the prayer die a painful death—but, it's worth it, right?" Wicker meant something.

Exchange a painful death for a happy afterlife for an important person.

Indeed, it's worth it.

"How's Willronton?" Alva didn't bring up the story again, but asked about Willonton.

Fresson persuaded the other wizards of Willunton, who had passed a resolution to stop the Holy See because they believed that the Holy See's actions were altering the law. This is something they don't allow. Wicker walked with him into an alley, observing the tall, plain white building in the distance, "and found the breakthrough of the device, but—you know the danger." ”

Wicker is an immortal, but Alva is just an ordinary man.

Alva was engrossed in observing the building, as if he hadn't paid attention to Wicker's words—it was raining so hard that even the voices of the two were not small, and it was a little difficult to communicate.

"Hey, Wicker." Who knows, just as Wicker was about to start with something else, he heard Alva's voice, "Do you have a pen and paper?" ”

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The battlefield in the rain was even more chaotic than usual, with the blades and the roars of the soldiers becoming indistinct in the rain at this moment - and so did the blood, which eventually spilled on the ground and was washed away by the rain.

Robert was in the crowd, riding his horse and slashing the enemy - the soldiers fell to the ground, blood mixed with rain and splashed on his cheeks.

He looked around and suddenly felt a pressure approaching.

Bang——!

The horse neighed at his feet, and Robert's body shook as he fell to the side with the horse!

The battlefield was still chaotic, and there were countless corpses that had fallen to the ground, trampling on them, and the blind mage watched Robert fall with his horse, and continued to walk among them with a cold face, the light of the staff in his hand flickering occasionally, but strong enough to kill everyone who came near him.

Bite.

Hubert's ears were sharp, and he easily caught the subtle sound coming at him.

He snorted coldly, and the chaotic environment could still easily gather mana.

The swarm of attacks flew towards the source of the sound, but the opponent dodged quickly, so fast that he suspected that this person might be a killer.

But it's not impossible - if you want to kill him, you always have to be close to him, don't you?

He stood still, quietly waiting for his moment.

The rain ran across his face, and the sound of rain was in his ears.

Do you think you're going to be in a disadvantageous position in such weather?

He slowly lifted the hand holding the staff, and the other hand rested on his waist—where there was a dagger.

The wind suddenly became strange - not from one direction, but from all directions - obviously a spell, but ...... In such a situation, could anyone control magic so easily as he did?

A hint of doubt flashed through Hubert's mind, but it was overshadowed by the stronger emotions to which he was more accustomed—he raised his eyebrows slightly, and struck back with a spell—the golden light flickered on and off, blowing all the wind away!

Bang——!

Robert pushed away the horse that was pressing on him with one hand, and got up, gasping for breath, and as he stood up, he shook his body violently, and in the process—his eyes widened.

He saw a woman among the soldiers, her helmet removed, her leather armor drenched in water, and her movements as fast as the wind, pounced on the blind mage.

But the wind stopped the moment she was about to approach, and with a dull sound, a dagger pierced her abdomen!

This scene did not move Robert, but what moved him the most - the woman continued to move forward even when she was stabbed with a dagger - even the mage was extremely surprised.

Robert stared at the woman's movements—with all his might, shoved something into Hubert's mouth with one palm!

Click.

It was a small potion bottle, so Hubert didn't even vomit it, and the sharp pain in his abdomen made his movements extremely irritable—he tried to push the person in front of him, but he froze when he accidentally touched the softer part of the woman's chest.

Woman?

"Don't ...... Don't vomit......" A faint voice sounded in his ears, causing his dim pupils to contract violently.

The voice......

He is disgusted with everything, and even from the position of the Holy See, he still disdains the Holy See.

Because there is nothing left to stop his anger at everything.

But he had forgotten one thing—or rather, a person.

"Sea ...... Helis ...... "His voice trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, but it was empty—he finally had in his heart the emotions that he had only had a long time ago, the emotions he thought had disappeared, fear.

The voice brought back all of his emotions.

"I'm sorry." When he felt like he was going crazy, a pair of hands took his hand, "I shouldn't have said those things to you...... But, I still ask you to ...... Stop carrying hatred...... Let's live......"

Even if the paranoid person is him, and the one who forgets her is him, she still says so.

Then, a pair of hands that had barely touched his hand slipped out of his palm.

It's like losing everything again.