"Can I ask for a name?" At the entrance of the "Black Moon" headquarters of the Republic, the two of them nodded and asked when Helriga showed the credentials given by Cao Li to the guards at the door.

"It's inconvenient." Heiliga said lightly and walked straight to the door. Perhaps because they didn't expect the other party to refuse such a request so simply, the two of them froze in and watched Haley add in.

"Like that Cao, he's a weirdo......" The two guards muttered to themselves in hindsight.

Heliga ignored the two men's arguments. At this moment, there is one thing that is more worth caring about for him - that is the strange emotion from before.

When he suddenly realized that he could unleash his emotions without fear of hurting any of his relatives and companions while he was in the Republic, a certain emotion suddenly exploded in his heart. This kind of emotion once appeared when facing the Red Lotus Hunters in Liber's mutation.

- Tangled, contradictory. At that time, he fooled this feeling with the excuse that "you can't be soft on the battlefield". But this time the confusion really made him feel a strong question.

Dealing with the enemy on the battlefield – that's a very professional feeling. Professional hunters never bring their hatred off the battlefield - even though Badr Orlando and Luca Croussel are usually rivals on the battlefield, they can sit at the table and have a few drinks outside of the battlefield, and they don't seem to feel any compulsion or hostility towards each other.

For Heliga, his malice towards those hunters at that time was a little inexplicable. With his abilities at the time, he was not without the possibility of accomplishing all his goals without killing anyone. But he didn't choose to do that. Although he also understands that it is a delicate matter to pay attention to these so-called humanity and laws for lawbreakers, it still cannot eliminate the confusion in his heart.

Malice, evil thoughts, and murderous spirits—they are very similar, but they are different. In any case, this mood swing has reappeared this time.

Needless to worry about the notion of the partner around you, and ignoring the intricate web of relationships – the opponent is a stranger who has nothing to do with you, and a battle-hardened hunter who is basically ready for victory or the consciousness of defeat – it's almost an excellent environment. Though reluctant to admit it, Heliga knew that deep down, something was in ecstasy about it.

Ecstasy over killings and battlefields - he never thought that he had such a character hidden deep inside.

What the hell is going on? He was confused.

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In the past few days at the headquarters of the "Black Moon", Heliga has basically stayed in the room arranged for him by the other party, except for food and some necessary actions, he has nested himself in the room. In the eyes of the other members, the collaborator sent by Cao Li, who had always been the biggest problem child in the management of the "Black Moon" branch, seemed to have a strange personality in the same vein as the one who sent him here. Aside from the necessary combat meetings and a few simple physical needs, the man didn't do anything else - it looked very strange.

Of course, Heiliga knows it herself—it's not because there's something wrong with her. The problem was that he didn't want to leave any information about his existence in the Republic - although he was sure that since his meeting with the Prime Minister Osborne, there would be the eyes of the Intelligence Bureau following him from time to time, so he chose to use the power of the dragon's roar and potions to go to the destination indicated by Cao Li after the airship landed - she didn't believe that anyone could keep up with him while she was invisible. What's more, with the blessing of a large number of change spells, the speed of his own journey is even faster than that of ordinary guide cars.

After basically confirming that he was free from the eyes of the Empire, Heliga thought about various problems while waiting for the instructions from the "Black Moon" side - since he was only here to help, it was better not to be so enthusiastic about giving advice.

"...... this?" Helriga, who was casually tossing the things he had brought, looked at the small notebook that had fallen out of his backpack and paused for a moment—it turned out to be the same thing that Nirevain had given him before leaving, which he called the "Book of the Rings". It is said to have recorded the long-lost swordsmanship of the "Sword Singers"; And that technique can't even be transferred to you through shadow magic—you have to practice it yourself.

However, according to the knowledge of Bernardo that remained in Heliga's mind, he knew that although the "Book of the Rings" was written by the original sword saint Franda Hongding in the real world, the original sword master himself was the embodiment of the god believed in by the Red Guardians, just as the dragonborn was to Rock Khan - according to the laws of the continent of Tamriel, it is very likely that the loss of the sword song skill was not due to its difficulty in learning or some other reason, but the will of the god embodied in the real world. In more layman's terms, it was the sword master whose namesake the god did not want people to continue to hold this power.

Because of this, neither Bernardo nor his teacher, "Baal", have mastered the true meaning of "sword song" - they are actually similar to the source of power, something much older than the sword singer, the "ancient way of the sword".

These things are well reflected in Heliga's case, who is surprised to find that although he can understand every page of the book, he just can't use the effect depicted in the book. But the more he read, the more he realized the thrilling feeling.

"The Holy Sea...... A holy sword forged with spiritual power...... ? ”

That is a special ability that is specifically mentioned in the book, and can only be mastered by those who have cultivated the skills of the Sword Singer to the extreme.

"It's a pity......" Helliga pouted subtly, "this thing...... Not for me at all. ”

Not just because of the difficulty of practicing it—but also because it seems to place a great emphasis on the natural fusion between magic and swordsmanship. It's a pity that his swordsmanship, without a doubt, can't keep up with the level of magic with the magic power of the dragonborn as a strong support.

Knock knock. A knock at the door interrupted Heliga's thoughts, and he calmly put away his books, put on his cloak, and opened the wooden door of his bedroom through a crack.

"It's time to set off on a crusade against the enemies of the Black Moon...... Our collaborators. Please be ready to go and fight in half an hour. The man said.

"I see." Heiliga struggled to keep her voice out of emotion, "See you then." ”

With that, he closed the door and began to examine what he might need in the same way.

I don't know why...... Now Hailiga feels that his heart is unusually calm, and the desire to kill and the anger of battle before seem to have never existed.