It is as if the soul and body have been stripped away.

The sword-wielder felt the burning sensation of stigmata and struggled to open his eyes.

Here it is...... Which?

Her eyes wandered a little, her body was completely weak, and the unprecedented feeling of weakness reminded her of the long night ten years ago—it was the third year when the fire had been extinguished, and the glorious descendants who were born with glory had already shed the last drop of the blood of their ancestors, and the Ignaty Woods Cathedral, which had once given light and hope, had also become a demon breeding cave, and the whole of Nathaniel was full of the wandering remains of the dead—

The world has inevitably come to an end.

For the two girls, at least, Nathaniel is their whole world.

My father, who used to rub his bearded face against their chins, died on the last stretch of the road to the church to protect them, and when the holy light gradually dimmed under the endless darkness and the crazy demons began to break into the church, the bishop and the knights used their flesh and blood to block the first wave of the impact of the bloodthirsty demons in order to protect everyone, and they could not forget that their mother, who had never been in contact with combat training, pushed them away in order to escape from the strange dog with three deformed heads and the bloody mouth dripping wet mucus, while turning to meet the moment of the hideous demon.

They escaped, and even they didn't know how they managed to escape from the demons.

And then...... survived.

Despite the name of survival, it is actually just her sister who is supporting her.

To this day, Mia clearly remembers the feeling of powerlessness - watching her parents and relatives die in her eyes, hurting her sister when she needed help the most, having a fever and becoming unconscious, and always relying on her sister who is not a few years older than her, and enjoying the food and water brought by her sister as a matter of course...... as well as warmth.

It's so unbearable.

It's disgusting.

The sword-wielder's consciousness gradually became clear, and she struggled to get back up, but her weak body made her strength somewhat insufficient, and after a short period of support, she leaned limply on the young man's back, and her whole body was cold, only the part where the stigma was located came from an astonishing burning sensation.

"What's wrong?" the black-haired, black-eyed teenager turned around.

"No, nothing. After a brief silence, the girl from the Order replied in her usual cold voice, "Also, let me go." ”

"It's okay. The Glory One subconsciously frowned, and then said for some reason, "Don't worry, I don't mean to take advantage of you. ”

"It doesn't matter. The blonde girl replied, then raised her head, and the young man's dark and somewhat shiny eyes reflected in the emerald green pupils, "Let me go." ”

"Good. ”

Since the other party insisted, Amy Ulysses naturally would not be a villain, but out of care for his partners who had fought side by side, he did not let go of his hand directly, but slowly squatted down and put the girl off his back.

"Thank you. ”

There was not much emotion on the face of the sword-wielder, and if anything, it was also stubborn, stubborn who would never admit defeat, and he was obviously weak, but he struggled to get up from the ground again and again.

"There's no need to be so yourself. The Glorious One thought that he was not weak, but when he saw the embarrassed appearance of the girl who had not taken a few steps after standing up tremblingly, the softness in his heart was also incredibly touched, "Some things cannot be overcome with perseverance and root nature, what you need is to recuperate." ”

"There's no need. ”

However, the sword-wielder simply refused.

Obviously, the emerald green eyes were so clear and quiet, but the young man seemed to see a raging flame in her eyes, and saw the persistence that would never flinch or compromise.

So, with a faint sigh, the Glorious One chose to give up.

It's not that he can't forcefully reverse her actions, he doesn't approve of her self-harming behavior, and he doesn't understand why she did it, the teenager named Amy Ulysses simply respects her, respects the choice of the girl named Mia, and that's it.

"Situation. As time passed, the sword-wielding's weakness receded with incredible speed, and she scanned her surroundings with a wary gaze as she focused on the little boy sitting on the left shoulder of the Iron Giant at the head of the row, "He, what's going on?"

"This is the interior of Obadiah. "You fell into a coma the first time you got here, and the guy from the Dice House and I fought the Lost House's Rapid Reaction Force, and by some chance, he took some control of Obadiah. ”

"And then?" said in a manner that was quite in line with the style of the sword-wielder.

"Circling around like a fly without a head. The boy shrugged, "The supreme control is still in Ignati's hands, he has the authority to take the easier path, and we can only gamble now, that he didn't find out about this invasion." ”

"Unreliable. "Simple and clear evaluation.

Amy spread his hands, in fact he also thought it was unreliable, but now that the initiative was in the hands of the apostle who had enslaved Obadiah, it was better to go at the other side's pace in the absence of a better choice.

"And," Mia paused, "his abilities." ”

It is not specified who he is referring to, but the current situation is self-evident.

"Absolute Command—" The boy tried not to bring his own subjective judgment as much as possible, and Dick of the Dice House was not trustworthy, as had been previously proven, "the power-driven armor that can suppress the extraordinary physique of the Glorious One by means of verbal imprisonment or suppression of the plural maximum output, and when certain conditions are met, Obadiah can be enslaved." ”

"It's a terrible ability. The sword-wielder commented, then shook his head, "Listen, Amy - please remember not to reveal your real name, because the very existence of a name has power. ”

"You mean he had to acquire a name in order to enslave?" the Honorable One realized the possibility.

But the girl shook her head again.

"Not sure. ”

"But there's still something that can't be said here," the boy frowned, Mia did have some truth in what he said, but there was still something unexplainable, "When he was in the Ildan Pit, why didn't he activate his abilities for you and me and let us kill each other?"

"Mia, not my real name. The sword-wielder from the Order glanced at him, then said, "And at that time, you couldn't be my opponent. ”

"Makes sense. The Glory One did not refute the words of the Sword Wielder, but gave a real possibility, without knowing the aura of death, no one would believe that he had the possibility of defeating the Maiden, "Is there any suggestion for that? ”

To the boy's surprise, Mia just looked at him and didn't speak.

It took about twelve breaths before the cold voice came again.

"I'm sorry, Ulysses. There was a rare apology in the emerald green pupils, and the blonde girl looked at him very seriously and said, "From now on, I can't entrust my back to you." ”

"There is no need to apologize. It would be a lie to say that there is no bitterness or betrayal in my heart, but the young man who knows the cause and effect, and understands the seriousness of the sword wielder, understands the reason why she said this, "Maybe it's better to say it directly, I should still be able to trust you." ”

Even the Glory One himself could hardly depict his mixed tastes at the moment.

"If you are still willing," she said, like the melting of ice and snow, and the blooming of snow lotuses, the girl smiled, "and live up to it." ”

It's worth it.

Amy Ulysses was silent, and from these words alone, he felt the trust that the sword-wielder had in him. This trust is so warm and so ...... Heaviness.

That's right, heavy.

Because he can't.

Until now, he couldn't fully trust the girl in front of him, not only the essence of his ability, but also the doubt of his identity, he had no way to say it, just silently hid it in his heart and didn't share it with anyone.

So—

I'm sorry.

He opened his mouth to say this, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything.

Until the road comes to an end.

It was a door, a dark, intricately patterned door.

And in front of the door, acting as a gatekeeper, is a young man who is quite familiar to the Glory.

- Intelligence merchant Willie (Wilson).

Maybe his real name isn't Willy, but there's no problem with calling him Willy until there's more information.

"Meet again, Amy Ulysses, Mia Windwhisperer, and Dick, the Apostle of the Dice House. The intelligence merchant, who was a demon, greeted them without the slightest hint of concern, calling out their names one by one, and then the conversation changed, "Welcome to the House of the Lost." ”

"You don't seem to be impressed by our presence. It was a strange sight, at least the Glory didn't think that the cunning intelligence merchant Willy would be in such a desperate situation, "What gives you confidence? Obadia—or Ignati?"

"Words can't shake my resolve, Amy. The former intelligence merchant shook his head and said before the battle between the two sides was completely detonated, "I am not here to be your enemy, but to make an invitation on behalf of Ignati and invite you to go behind the door for a while." ”

"And what about them?" the boy asked, though he had already vaguely guessed the answer.

"Will be a guest at the House of the Lost," Willy looked at him calmly, as if reading through his thoughts, "As you might expect, there is only one person who has the qualifications. ”

"Wouldn't it be okay to add another one?" asked the Glory-Honoring tentatively.

"This is not a wet market, no haggling. A smile tugged at the corner of the intelligence merchant's lips, and then his name was spoken, "Amy Ulysses." ”

"Looks like the negotiation broke down?" the black-haired, black-eyed teenager raised his eyebrows.

"That's right," Willy clapped his hands, the world—no, the whole space, it was Obadiah's body that suddenly became agitated, the earth trembled violently, and the walls began to crack, and then the power driven by Dick broke free from the slavery of the Apostle of the Dice House, and grabbed the blonde-haired and blue-eyed beautiful boy into his palm with his backhand, "If you can afford to break up." ”

As his voice fell, a large amount of steam was expelled from the rows of steel armor.

A pair of crimson pupils lit up in the scorching smoke.

- Eyeing the Tiger.

Inexplicably, a strange word popped up in my mind, but it could perfectly summarize the situation in front of me.

Then, in a little silence, the Glory One gave his answer.

"—I do. ”