From the moment she entered the auditorium, Teresa remained a spectator. She hides herself in the cascading shadows cast at the corner between the pillar and the wall, like a distant ghost. After that, the nuns of hell seemed to disappear from the scorching heat of battle. When Dahal was in a hurry to command the people to set up the fortifications, she did not appear; When the bloodied Kenrico was carried into the auditorium, she still did not appear; When Essho and the new forces he brought with him stepped into the Great Hall, she still didn't show up—but Essho found her anyway; And when most of the people in the auditorium were asleep under the influence of Dream Grass, she finally came out of the shadows and waited peacefully for Brochette to come to her.

"Miss Elfwan, please come with me." Brochette whispered. He led Teresa into the hallway leading to the library, weaving her way through the tall and heavy bookshelves. The two of them had reached the end, when Brochette stopped at the last row of bookshelves, stretched out his hand to grasp a candlestick on the wall, and after turning it three times clockwise and counterclockwise, the wall next to the Great Hall "rumbled" and a deep passage appeared before them. "Mr. Kea was placed in the room behind this hallway, and he was too badly injured to move around, and we installed pulleys at the foot of his bed; There were torches and flints in the corners of the room; At the end of the walkway, it leads to the Frost Bridge, where a carriage stops at the exit. Brochette briefly explained, "I can't send another escort because of the situation, but I will still strictly abide by the rest of the agreement, and Boimbru will not forget your contribution these days." He held out his hand to Teresa, only to notice that something was wrong with the other party.

"Miss Elfwan?" Brochette called softly, but Teresa was unconscious, and there was a moment of confusion in her eyes, as if something was pouring violently in the depths of her consciousness. Even her body began to spasm unnaturally, and some of her limbs seemed to want to turn back to the Great Hall, only to be resolutely stopped by the rest of her body. "He's not...... Not him. She kept repeating in a low voice, but little by little her heel moved backwards. Just as Teresa was about to turn her back completely, Brochette whispered:

"Our First Lord God in Heaven ......"

Teresa turned around in reaction and recited the Lord's Prayer: "Holy, may all men honor the name of order / May your scales and your sword come down / May your will be done on earth / as you walk in heaven / Give us order / Deliver us from the misery of chaos / Destroy our enemies / As you destroy your enemies / For justice, arbitration, and rule / All are yours / Forever ......"

“Amen。” Brochette softly closed the prayer. He looked into Teresa's eyes, watching the confused and chaotic light gradually disappear into a distant silence before sinking into the deepest part of his pupil, "He'll do it, the First Lord God and Urvet are standing behind him." Miss Alfwan, you yourself know this. ”

"You're right, thank you." Teresa whispered that she had finally regained her physical coordination, but at the same time she had lost considerable energy, and rested against the bookshelf for a while before entering the passageway. Brochette pulled the trap behind her. The old man silently watched as the walls returned to their original state, and when he turned around, his gaze lingered somewhere on the third-to-last row of bookshelves. He stared there for a long time, until Luciana walked out in embarrassment.

"Let's go back to the auditorium." Brochette walked past her, not holding her accountable. Luciana stuck out her tongue and hurried to follow. The two walked through the hallway without saying a word. The auditorium was already filled with snoring, and Dammus, with the help of the healer, poured a decoction of the last awake black-speared knight mixed with Dream Snow Grass, and then leaned back on the bench tiredly, holding his forehead and closing his eyes. The sound of slashing outside the auditorium was endless, and gurgling blood flowed in from beneath the auditorium door, converging into a condensed puddle and expanding. The doctor sprinkled the deodorizing powder in time, but there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Dean," Luciana asked softly behind Brochette, "is there really a god in the world?" ”

"The library is in the back," Brochette said, finding an open space to sit down, "the eighth book from left to right at the bottom of the fifteenth column of the seventh row of the bookshelf may inspire you, as a preview before school starts." By the way, bring me the book on the far right of the fourth layer of the eighth row, ninth column. ”

……

It was as if a heavy lump of lead was on Kia's eyelids, almost sinking into the deepest reces of his mind with his consciousness. He hovered on the edge of wakefulness and blurredness, and the image of his injury flashed back to him repeatedly. Kia dimly knew that it was the sequelae of taking a strong anesthetic drug. His left arm seemed to be still there, but he couldn't move a single bit. From the bones to the muscles below the shoulder, the pain was excruciating, and every thought he tried to move his arm only made the pain more intense. Only then did Kia realize that his left arm had been severed by the Death Knight, an illusory sensation of pain, but very real.

The bed frame beneath him creaked, and someone was pushing his bed around. Who is it? Kia opened his eyes in a daze, the dim light of the fire flickering overhead. A metal mask lowered and glanced at him. Kia showed a childish smile: "Sister......"

The hospital bed stopped, "Rest well." Teresa stretched out a hand and gently stroked Kia's face, the voice so gentle that it felt strange to him. It had been a long time since he had heard his sister speak in such a tone. "But if you can, can you pray for me?"

What to pray for? While Kia was still dazed, Teresa had already begun to pray, as if singing:

"Our first Lord God in heaven / May you protect your messenger / May he always be strong and courageous / Do not be afraid / Do not be dismayed / Wherever you go / Your scales and your sword will be with him / He will re-correct your crown / Teach your name to be sung again in the mouths of men......" Keah listened in confusion, the content of this prayer was strange, the object of praise was strange, and even the affection between the words was strange. Who is my sister praying for? Is it a brother-in-law? But, but—

But my brother-in-law is dead......

His eyelids grew heavier, and Kia fell into a deep sleep. The long, dimly lit corridors echoed Teresa's spring-like chanting, and the sound of pulleys turning on the stone bricks was monotonous.