A few days ago, Flanda had been able to read some hostility from Mel, but as time went on, she noticed more and more that Mel had become a little detached.

"So after you joined the Holy See, you have been working hard to cultivate, so that you have the strength you have now?" Flanda didn't think it would be good to go into the topic any further, so she continued to talk about it.

"No, I don't have anything to do with hard work. I enjoyed the comfort of a long time until Brother Iroh was chosen to be where he is now. If he wants to become the executor of the Holy See, he will say goodbye to people he has known before, including me. Mel spoke slowly to Flanda.

Franda also heard the term executor for the first time from her words. For the first time, the concept was familiar to her, and it had a name of its own.

"So you're trying to be an executor?"

"It's not enough for the executor to work hard." Mel said.

"Do you need talent too?" Flanda asked again.

"Talent is such a thing...... Unfortunately, I didn't either. Mel got out of bed as she said this, and she walked to the balcony, and then opened the curtains.

The dawn of dawn shone faintly from the edge of the distant mountains, and the beam pierced Mel's eyes, and she felt the energy of the sun rejuvenated.

"Not by talent, not by hard work? Getting stronger lying down? And this kind of good thing? Frandachi said.

"It's not like lying down to become stronger, it comes at a price." At this point, Mel shifted to the point, "It's morning, it's time for you to go to bed." ”

Flanda pouted, if Mel was Charlotte, she would have to be coquettish and ask again. But the person in front of her is Mel, so she can only be obedient.

"Good night." Flanda said habitually.

“…… Hum. Mel snorted, as if in response to what Flanda had said.

When Flanda had fallen asleep, she walked to the balcony, where she removed her fanny pack and pulled out a pair of torn horns.

This is the horn on her head, unlike other lizardmen and half-dragons, she has very few scales on her body, only a few scales on her cheeks, and there are very few dragonization phenomena on her body, unlike the executor One-Seven, she has neither a lizard head nor scales.

Aside from the few scales on her face, the only thing that could symbolize her half-dragon blood was the horns.

Mel lied, and while the pair did bring her some calamity, her bullies never wanted to smash her horns.

No one hated the horns more than herself, and the horns that brought her misfortune had caused her countless sufferings and inferiority, and she hated her own blood, and this hatred had been imposed directly on her horns.

So the one who smashed the pair to pieces was herself.

The horns were attached to her skull from her forehead, and she stoned her horns, which also hurt her own skull, and she fainted from the violent blow to her head.

Mel deludes herself into believing that Iroh is leaving her because of her ugly horns, and that if she breaks them, Iroh will return to her.

If you think about it, it's no different from the girl who killed herself before.

And the irony and irony is that she now needs to constantly look at the pair to remind herself that it is still Mel.

The power and personality of the angels were constantly eating away at her, and what was even more terrifying was that she didn't even notice this fusion. She can only keep reminding herself and keep awakening her memories with the most important things.

The so-called important thing is the pair of broken horns...... and Iroh.

Iroh, to whom her heart belongs, was now in the midst of repentance, and the room was pitch black, with shackles and torture instruments everywhere around, and the door was iron, with only a glimmer of light under the statue of an angel.

The Paladins who are confused will take the initiative to come to the confession, where all the confusion will point to an answer, trust the gods, and pray for strength.

Paladins have been taught since childhood to become stronger, maintain order in the whole world, and practice their beliefs, all of which require strong strength to support themselves.

If you are confused, adjust your mentality in this desperate environment, and then gradually become stronger, this is the only way for paladins to practice.

Iroh stood in front of the angelic idol, a voice whispering in her head all the time.

The sound was almost certainly a side effect from the dragon's blood, and Iroh resisted the thirst again and again, causing the thin dragon's blood to boil in his body.

However, the current situation is still under control, and Ropatilus repeatedly asks to take the initiative to use divine power to remove the dragon's blood from Ello's body, but Iroh does not agree. He thought that at least more experimental data should be made within the controllable range of dragon blood, and when it was uncontrollable, Ropatilus would use divine power.

After all, the two are dominated by Iroh, and Ropatilus can't force anything.

It could only watch as Iroh endured the torture he endured every day. At first, it was only bleeding from the seven orifices and he didn't feel the pain, but then, even Ropatilus could sense the pain that Iroh felt from the dragon's blood.

This is a thirst that even the dragon can't bear, and Iroh persists. The Spear of Radiance's weapon could only sigh silently when he learned of this.

Pain was only secondary, and while cultivating, Airo experienced more suffering and tribulation. The mental torment of the dragon's blood was the most unbearable thing for Iro.

Greed, fanaticism, all kinds of thoughts that didn't belong to him poured into his mind. They forced the noble knight to think of all sorts of dirty thoughts. Although Iroh is not interfered with by these thoughts, he is inevitably disturbed by them.

What's worse is that today just after dawn, Iroh heard the angel idol singing.

Although it is unbelievable, there is really a voice in the statue of the angel -

"The name of the hero of the dragon slayer is buried

The impostor prince married the princess

He trampled the flowers under his feet

He draped honor over his body

There are no dragons in the world anymore

The world also no longer needs heroes

The prince shed his glory

Buried the heroes"

Like a witch's song came to Iroh's mind, different from other malicious invections that poured into my heart, after this song got into Iroh's ears, Iroh did not choose to resist, but was silent.

Slowly raising his hand, he forcibly summoned the Radiant Spear in the mortal world, and then pointed the tip of the spear at the idol, ignoring Ropatilus' complaints.

"Origin...... Or die. Iroh uttered the words in a hoarse voice.

Now his mental state can only be maintained on the edge of reason, and it is not easy to express a sentence fluently.

The idol responded with silence, and after a long silence, it sang the same ballad again.

Without hesitation, Iroh shot the idol and stabbed it out.

Just as he was about to come into contact with the idol, he suddenly heard the voice of the idol.

"Don't kill me."

"I'm weak."

"I'm lonely."