As someone who failed to return to the Morfi base in time, Rosier's team inevitably suffered some impacts.

The person who attacked the goddess and provoked the fight was imprisoned, and the entire team was implicated in strict scrutiny.

Although each of Morfi's chieftains trusted Rossiel's loyalty, it was still an inevitable process. Therefore, the girl was cut off from the outside world and stayed quietly in the interrogation room.

She didn't hold any grudge against Molfi's decision, knowing that it was the result of what she was bound to encounter, because it was because her eyes weren't bright enough to trust the wrong person. She was not punished, no one mistreated her in the interrogation room, and everyone still had the same respect for her as usual, and even some sympathy and comfort.

Her only concern was whether her oversight would affect her image in that person's mind. If she is such an easily deceived person, maybe the other party will think that she is too young and has not yet understood what she wants.

If it really develops like this, then she must beat that damned, stupid team member hard.

Rossiel sighed softly and leaned back against the wall, but grinned in pain from the wound.

Although Figilio had caught the goddess's attention in time, they had to return to Rossos on their feet. The effects of a god's battle are not something that anyone can withstand.

Originally, each of them had props that were blessed by the church, and as long as the gods did not destroy them intentionally, they would not fail. But that bastard used that prop to attack the goddess - what a stupid thing to do.

Since he does what others say, how did he get to this point?

In order for him to return to the Murphy base alive for interrogation, Rossiel had to put her props on the foolish team member who had been knocked unconscious by them. As the captain, she couldn't have let someone else do such a thing.

Fortunately, she had the protection that the person gave her before, otherwise she would not have been able to stay in the interrogation room, and now she would be lying unconscious in the intensive care ward.

Rossiel let out a slow breath and carefully allowed herself to lie down on the hardboard bed with a thin layer of mattresses.

She didn't let anyone know that she was injured, and her teammates didn't find out, because everyone was shocked by the team's "betrayal" and rushed back to Morfi's base. At most, one or two attentive people noticed her discomfort, but she also fooled her on the grounds that "the pressure of the god's aura was too great".

She knew for herself that she had no external injuries, only internal injuries caused by the breath of the gods, and that there would be no serious effects, and it would not be too late to wait until the interrogation was over to treat her.

If she said that she was injured before the interrogation and postponed the interrogation, it would only make people feel that she was empty-hearted. Although she was not afraid of this, she didn't want Rosser to have a bad reputation for her.

Even if she didn't know anything here, she knew that Rosser would do everything she could for her outside. No matter how much she fights, Rosser is still a good brother who loves her.

Rosier's interrogation was not terrible, and although the interrogators did not slack off, they also asked every question in a polite manner. She believed that none of the rest of her team would be judged for anything, and that the stupid team member was an exception.

Because he has always had a faint disbelief in her, and he does have the ability. In order to maintain a good relationship, Rossiel has never had much contact with him.

I didn't expect such a big leak to occur this time, but fortunately she didn't lose any of her companions, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to atone for her sins anyway.

It's just past noon, and the food brought to her by the caretaker here is still on the table at the door. In good conscience, those meals would not be much worse than the cafeteria, but the painful wounds and depressed mood made her really unable to eat much.

In order not to worry her colleagues, she forced herself to stuff most of the food into her stomach every time before they came to clean up the dishes. Even so, she was ridiculed that entering the interrogation room affected her appetite - was she so able to eat before?

Roselle pursed her lips and snorted twice, then grinned again. The aura of the gods was so terrible that people didn't want to go through it a second time, and the pain around her waist and abdomen was terrible, and when she accidentally pulled it, even her breathing would become a problem.

She tried to move her body in a comfortable position, she didn't know how long the interrogation would last, but depending on the attitude of the interrogator, she would be able to leave after a while. She just needs to keep her condition from deteriorating and get the right treatment when she gets out.

Footsteps seemed to sound in the hallway outside the door, much to Rosier's surprise. There are clocks in the interrogation room, and it is not yet time for the afternoon interrogation. The interrogation room is located in the middle of nowhere, and no one is likely to pass by.

Nor would she be naïve enough to think that the interrogation process was over. She wasn't unaware of Morfie's interrogation of the prisoner - Ilo's ex-fiancée had interrogated her before she was punished by her, in case she had done anything else to harm Morfi.

Excluding the punishment that would not have occurred this time, her interrogation had not yet reached its final step.

Rosiel's brow furrowed slightly.

Could it be that something happened to her teammates? Hopefully not that is possible. But...... Normally, she dares to confidently guarantee that her teammates are okay, but now that the situation has just arisen, she still lacks a little confidence in herself.

The footsteps stopped in front of her door, and Roshiel couldn't help but sit up, staring intently at the door that was about to be opened. Her heart grew more and more uneasy, and she sincerely hoped that nothing had happened to her teammates - she would rather she had something wrong with herself.

The key was inserted into the doorway, and Rosier's heart beat faster and faster as the lock turned.

It didn't take a few seconds to open the door, but it seemed like a second to Rossier. Eventually, the doorknob was gently twisted open.

"Rosiere." Appearing in front of her was her familiar caretaker, "Someone has come to visit you." ”

"Visit me?" Although she was very surprised, since it was not bad news, Rocsille still breathed a sigh of relief, "This word is so weird! It's like I've been locked up! ”

"You're really locked up here now, too." The caretaker grinned and said, "You have half an hour, let's talk slowly." ”

The caretaker hummed lightly and left the room, and after she left, it was Rocsil who walked into the room with someone she didn't expect at all.

"Why are you here?!" Rocil's eyes widened, "What happened?" Is something wrong with the church? ”

The "Divine Messenger", who was always smiling, pursed his lips, grabbed a chair from the side, dragged it to the side of Roselle's bed, and sat down on his ass.

"There was something going on before the church, but it wasn't a big deal, and we went back and settled it." Pat said lightly, "Maybe Rossos wanted to lure us away, so we weren't there on the day the goddess came." ”

Rossiel blinked, she was slow to react, she really didn't see the clergy that day. She thought it was just that she didn't notice where he was.

"Oh."

Rossiel scratched her head, she didn't know how to answer this sentence, and the topic could only be so cold. She was most glad that Morfi still provided them with a shower room – a touchingly human arrangement.

"Are you okay here?" Pat didn't seem to know how to continue their conversation, and there was a slight awkwardness in his tone, "Did they do anything to you?" ”

In fact, this question can be understood by looking at it. Her normal meals and clean rooms speak for themselves, and although the conditions are not very good, at least they don't make her uncomfortable.

"People are very nice to me, they all believe in me." Rossiel lowered her head unconsciously, but then jerked it up again, "Do you know about the others? How are my teammates? What about Rosser? ”

"The gentleman who was on the way here told me that although they were inevitably a little tired, they were in good spirits." He patted Rocsile on the shoulder comfortingly, "No one in Morfi thinks there's anything wrong with the rest of you, just in case. Rosser was fine, he was calm and didn't go to the chiefs to make a fuss, just begged your colleagues to be gentle with you. ”

Rossielle relieved herself slightly.

"It's good that Rosser isn't stupid." Rosille shook her head, "This time it was my negligence that caused the accident, I was already at fault, and if he made trouble, it would bother the adults." ”

"It's not your fault." Pat said firmly, "Even the guests of the Demon King Continent have said that if it were you, they would never do anything that they thought was good for Morfi. You will consult your supervisor and they will make a decision. ”

"Of course, that's as it should be." "It's not on the battlefield, it's not so urgent that you have to make a decision on the spot. All of Lord Hua Shao's arrangements have her reasons, and she will definitely take into account all the risks, unless she doesn't get enough information. All we should do is pass the information on to her, and she will make the judgment. ”

"So, that's that person's problem. You may have a certain degree of 'oversight', but that won't be the main reason. ”

Pat's affirmation slipped into Roselle's heart like a warm current, and a slight flush rose from her cheeks, but she coughed softly twice, suppressing her joy.

"Thank you for your comfort." Rossile tried to make a serious appearance, "You...... Is there something going on today? ”

As soon as the words were spoken, Rossile inwardly condemned herself. It sounded like she was going to chase Pat away, which wasn't good.

Thankfully, Pat didn't care about this, and he looked at the room where Rossiel was now "living" temporarily, and fixed his eyes on the plate of food that had barely been touched.