Oran is no slower than a horse when he runs seriously. He carefully observed that the direction in which the scavenger had left was roughly the same as that of Lilian's departure. Could it be that she was going to deal with the two scavengers herself?

After running into the woods for a while, he saw the horses standing there, and Lilian was nowhere to be seen.

On the ground were the remains of two sheep carcasses, and it would take at least three days to see how the carcasses were decomposing, but where would the two scavengers go? Maybe they're nesting in this area, but it won't be long before this place is full of scavengers.

Sure enough, when she found Lillian again, she was carrying her sword, and the two scavengers had fallen at her feet.

"We call this thing a ghoul, and it specializes in following the war, and this kind of monster will appear when there are more dead people. I thought it had been extinct in Sutton Lill for many years, but I didn't expect to meet it here again. Lillian seemed to be a different person, her cold tone devoid of emotion, and she stared at Orlan as hostile as if she had met for the first time.

"Old Morgan's boy, huh. From the tavern I sensed something was wrong, they all called you that, and I didn't really care about it at the time. Only now can I be sure of this fact. Go ahead...... Why are you lying to me! Lilian's tone rose sharply, mixed with grievance, anger, and even sadness.

"What did I lie to you?" Orlan frowned, he didn't like that. It doesn't have much to do with Lilian's changing attitude, but because she, like everyone else, refers to him as "old Morgan's brat".

While most of the village calls him that, only Andrea is the few who are willing to call him by his name. This may not be in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Oran's eyes, it represents whether a person accepts and accommodates him.

Just like in the old days, the village rejects Oran from the youngest to the oldest. People thought he was an ominous being, and everyone was afraid of having something to do with Oran, and after listening to the witch's prophecy, they didn't even want to call his name. And the old Morgan always told him that time will tell, what you do for the village, I believe that one day they will understand and accept you.

And now Lillian seemed to be a different person, and questioned him and addressed him like this. He felt a sense of loss and unease in his heart that he had never felt before.

"You lied to me, you're not a woman at all. And I remember everything you did to me, you actually touched me...... Body, you still sleep with me in a ...... A bed! Lilian didn't know whether to be ashamed or angry, her chest heaving, and her hand holding her sword trembled.

"But you didn't ask me." Oran was as calm as ever.

"That's not a reason, today I'm going to challenge you as Lillian Anos, I want to get my honor and innocence back." Not knowing how to describe her current mixed heart, she didn't know why she would say such a thing, and raised her sword at Oran.

Maybe it's just an extremely insecure teenage girl who realizes that a man has deceived her; Or maybe it was a blatant provocation to her knightly honor and noble pride.

Moreover, this is because of the sudden discovery that the "friend" is not what he imagined, just like the "friend" betrayed him silently. She bit her lip and struggled inwardly, she couldn't think of what kind of smile she should use to face Orlan after this incident.

"Maybe you should calm down, at least we're friends." Orlan didn't want to go toe-to-toe with Liliane.

But perhaps hearing the word "friend" come out of Oran's mouth broke Lilian's fragile nerves. She rushed at Orlan with her dagger in hand.

Since he couldn't communicate, Orlan also drew his greatsword behind him and caught the blade that Lilian slashed at him.

Bang...... Clang...... Clang. Like a mad knight, Lillian wields a short sword to attack from all kinds of tricky angles, and has completely lost the combination of offense and defense of the imperial knight, and the conservative and steady appearance. It was as if every sword was mixed with her resentment and anger.

Oran's Astra sword was used almost exclusively for defense, and no matter how fast and sharp Lilian's attacks were, he was able to defend against every attack. And Oran's attacks are basically with his left hand and legs, so within a few rounds, Lillian received a lot of punches and kicks from Oran, and it was clear that Orlan didn't intend to really hurt Lillian.

"Are you insulting your opponent? Look at your mother's girly appearance, take out the way you looked when you killed the giant! You scumbag who doesn't look like a man, you bastard, you pervert who cheated on me. Lilian's taunt was even sharper than her attack.

But Orlan turned a deaf ear to her, and did not frown in her brow with all kinds of mockery.

"Is it a freak like you that the whole village will hate, no wonder those people don't look at you squarely, do they all call you 'Morgan boy', let me guess, they even call you 'Morgan's little monster' and 'Morgan's freak'!" Lillian felt a pang in her heart when she said these words, because she herself was not like this.

Her parents died, and she was trained by William's father to follow the methods of men and knights, and she was already extremely talented. Soon there was no match for her among her peers, and even the knights older than her were defeated by her sword.

Later, as Sutton Lier's heir, she was allowed to enter the Royal Knight Academy of Astra, becoming the first female knight in history to be non-royal. This simply drove the old nobles and gentlemen of those imperial cities crazy, and they even told the emperor that this was evidence of Anos' attempt to rebel.

Upon entering the academy, again, there was hardly a single woman around her, let alone friends. People outwardly respected her, but secretly they slandered her as a monster, and the beast in the skin of a maiden was the nickname given to her by those who were jealous of her. So she has always been alone, but she lives tenaciously and proudly.

After all, in this era, female knights are a minority, especially a powerful female knight like her is unacceptable to many conservative and pedantic people. In their eyes, women are different if they can't be well-behaved ladies. And Lillian is a monster.

But Orlan didn't know about Lillian's past, at least not now.

At this moment, he only felt that this woman, who had once claimed to be her friend, had revealed the darkness and uneasiness in his heart layer by layer.

"Enough!" Orlan was unusually agile enough to pick up the dagger in Lilian's hand with his broadsword, and reflexively smashed her to the ground with his left hand by the collar.

Lillian, with her back on the ground, curled up in pain, but she knew that Orlan had left her hand, and that this level of damage to the knight was only at the level of training.

But she still hurts, maybe inside. Lying on the grass and covering her eyes with her arms, she swore it was just the sun in the sky that was too harsh.