"This time, you take my word for it."

A poet's warm voice rang out in Cyra's room: "I really need your help, Roland. ”

Sitting at the table with a scroll in his hand was a handsome young man with typical Bansa characteristics.

His features are as well-defined as a knife, and his eyes are so deep that you might think he's staring at you all the time.

Overall, it's more akin to sex than Qingxiu. A three-dimensional face of the sense.

He comes across as more old-fashioned and serious than his peers. He is full of a calm and gentle temperament that reads all kinds of classics all year round. The crimson cardinal robes of his body were worn on him, but they would have been thought to be scholarly attire.

Even when sitting in a chair, you can see that he is slightly taller. His hair color is platinum blonde close to pure gold, his eyes shimmer with a faint green luster, and the pure turquoise pupils are reminiscent of fine emeralds, which adds a bit of laziness and mystery to his temperament.

There was a strange smile on his face almost all the time. It looked like he was smiling and not smiling, and no matter how you looked at it, you could see a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just a change in the color of the eyes, and the temperament of Cella's whole person changes with it. He didn't look at all like a pure white stone statue that would stand still. I think it's the kind of weird portrait with ten fingers crossed and looking out of the frame with a smile of nonchalance.

Opposite him, a silver-haired young man in a black robe sat smiling.

"That's right."

His ten fingers crossed, blocking the lower half of his face, and he looked at the tall young man opposite. Smiled with a heterogeneous smile, "You're right, Cylla. By the way - I haven't seen it in a while. You've changed a lot. ”

"So are you."

The corners of Cyra's mouth curved slightly, and she put down the holy scroll in her hand: "When I first met you." You seem to have something more in you. I love the feeling. Also, I still think you have good brunette hair. ”

"Ah, those things are free. I think I have a lot of stuff in me, probably the ones you throw away. ”

Roland leaned back, slowly retracting his crossed fingers to his chest, his silver hair flowing like mercury running down his shoulders, reflecting a warm glow in the dim candlelight.

Both of them are unusually similar in both hair color and eye color. Sitting on either side of the table can even give the illusion of a scene.

The red bishop's robe is almost identical to the black bishop's robe. Long silver and platinum-blond hair shimmered similarly in the candlelight, and the same emerald green pupils were equally meaningful looks.

If you want to say it, it gives the feeling that the dolls and statues made from the same person are templates.

"That's different. What I have thrown away is far more than you can imagine. ”

Hearing Roland's words, Cyra couldn't help but laugh.

However, after he heard the next sentence, he couldn't help but be silent.

"For example...... Faith in Tyre? ”

Roland's crossed ten fingers slowly clenched into fists, and then sat up straight at an extremely slow speed: "Or rather, all the vows made before?" ”

Suddenly. Cyra's eyes sharpened.

However, before he could speak, Roland preemptively said, "If my guess is correct...... I've already looked for you. ”

So to speak. Roland pointed lightly behind Cyra with his chin. That's about half an arm's height above his head.

That's where Higgs came when he came.

Cyra stood up almost instantly: "Roland, so you are—"

"Don't get excited, Cylla."

Roland said softly.

As his voice fell. The golden flame slowly burned on the tip of Roland's right finger. Cyra stopped abruptly halfway through her words.

A warm flame suddenly lit up the entire space.

Cyra was absolutely sure that it was the flame of Tyre. Although he has now abandoned his faith in Tyre. So much so that he lost all of his solar realm, but he could at least recognize Tyre's flame.

But it wasn't actually the flame that made him quiet for an instant.

It really shocked Cyra. As Roland's right hand, which covered his left hand, slowly opened, the ring in Roland's left hand shimmered with a bright, almost dazzling brilliance.

The moment she saw the ring, she felt the lifeless grace in her body suddenly roar, burning violently in her body. But the heart-burning pain could not hide the doubts and incomprehension in his heart.

"Why...... It's you? So the pastor they said was you? Who the hell are you? What do you have to do with that evil god? When did you become the pastor of Tyre? How did you get the approval of the Dawn Ring? What happened to His Majesty Tyre? What are you here to do? ”

In a flash, Cyra threw out all the questions in her heart without concealment. His turquoise pupils stared at Roland tightly, as if something was shining in them.

Roland just smiled and shook his head.

"I'll tell you...... I'll tell you everything you want to know, just today, just before the sun rises. ”

He muttered to a very seductive one. In a confused tone, he whispered, "There is still a lot of time before the sun rises. Cyra, I want you to know me better. ”

While saying this, Roland maintained a warm smile, and his whole person melted instantly.

He turned into a large puddle of mercury, and a tentacle stretched out in Cyra's horrified gaze and stood in front of Cyra's eyes. It took a long time for Cyra to suppress her strong desire to attack Roland.

The next moment, the tip of the tentacle quietly ignited a golden flame. Then the golden flame faded and became more pure before Cyra's eyes. A pure white flame resembling the goddess of the lake, but not weak, replaced Tyre's golden flame.

Then, in the pure white flame, a silver-gray luster gradually flickered. The essence of the moonlight shimmered like leaping mercury, and the rich divine aura in the sacred fire almost blinded Cera's eyes.

All of this is too familiar for Cyra to be familiar with.

That's a realm switch. A skill that only gold-level priests can comprehend on their own.

“…… Are you human, Roland? ”

"Of course."

Roland chuckled, gathered together on the table, and then appeared in front of Cyra with a black bishop's robe: "Of course I am human, as if I were a fake...... Oh yes, I still have goblin blood. ”

"No, I didn't mean those ......"

"Nothing to do with that, my friend."

Roland burned quietly again, the light of the fire flickering, and he reappeared in his original position, his fingers crossed against the golden ring, as if it were all an illusion.

"Before I tell you everything—Cyra, why don't you answer me a question first."

In Cyra's perception, behind Roland, whose fingers were crossed, an unknown, indescribable, and suffocating great being broke through a certain boundary and slowly emerged.

Roland said softly:

"I asked you a question before: Do you want to be empowered? Do you want ...... Changing all that? However, you did not answer me. ”

"Well, now. Before you get in touch with the reality of the world, please tell me your answer. (To be continued.) )