When they left the sanatorium, everyone's faces were a little gloomy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Sarah said that it might be a sequelae of the Great Divine Technique, which could be recovered after a few days of rest, it was something that had no precedent in the entire history of the Knights, like a seed of uneasiness, planted deep in the heart of Sean, and perhaps every Legionn.

Sean and they finally agreed to adopt the argument that the chief priest would not be a big deal, and that he would only need to recuperate for a few days, and hide the fact that the old man was currently unable to perform magical arts.

However, the situation deteriorated faster than they had imagined.

That afternoon, a young priest stood on the rampart and attempted to unleash a disintegrating spear on the enemy—a magic that was slightly less powerful than the chief priest had before, but could also strike the enemy from a distance. It's a pity that the result he got was no different from the old man.

Immediately afterwards, the knights discovered that Mar's magic was no longer effective, which was usually used to assist in combat.

Those magic invoked by the gods did not have much power, and even if they failed, they would not cause damage to the body. However, all those who attempted lost the ability to perceive the "Earth Lord" magic network after the first failure. However, spells originating from other gods, such as the Lord of Light, can still be used normally.

Mother has abandoned them.

As soon as this thought was born, it spread like a plague among the Knights. Naturally, this dealt an unprecedented blow to the morale and confidence of the members.

Sean had to forcibly order all members of the group not to use Mar's magic for the time being. Then, despite the best efforts of the Legion Commanders and him to calm the emotions of the regiments, the atmosphere of confidence in the victory of the Black Crows that had spread throughout Holly Castle not long ago was gone.

After dealing with the amount of work caused by this incident, it was already late at night.

Sean returned to his study wearily and sat down in a soft chair. The squire knight had already been called by him to rest, and at this time, he just wanted to be alone for a while.

From noon until just now, he hadn't even been able to drink a few sips of water, let alone eat anything. But he didn't feel hungry at all, as if a flame was burning in his chest, upsetting him.

There was a crisp knock outside the door.

It's so late, who could it be? Sean answered, stood up, and walked over to open the door.

What appeared to him was Cathy's energetic smile. This time it was so weird that even Pierce was a little depressed, but she didn't show the slightest depression. This afternoon, it was also thanks to her vitality that she could barely maintain the enthusiasm of the members.

The young woman carried a wooden tray with toasted bread and still steaming milk.

"The head of the regiment is still hungry, right?" She took Sean by the hand and pulled him to the table and sat down, "Eat quickly, no matter how much you do, you can't leave the meal behind!" ”

Sean exhaled, a slight warmth in his heart. They are not yet in a desperate situation, and there are many people around him who depend on him and care for him.

"Thank you, Cathy." He nodded genuinely and put the bread in the milk in his mouth.

"It's nothing." The young woman shook her head vigorously and smiled brightly, "We're going to win, right, Captain?" ”

"yes, we'll win." Sean said slowly, "Mother Mar...... and the faith of the ancestors of the crows, will surely bless us to victory. ”

But what the deceased ancestors can bring is only spiritual support. If the mother really ...... No, those are not important, what matters is themselves. Sean struggled to shake off the useless thoughts, picked up the remaining hot milk, and poured it down his throat in one gulp. The warm liquid ran down his esophagus and into his stomach, dissipating the turmoil in his chest.

Cathy's crisp voice came from the side.

"Speaking of which, I've kept Harlan waiting for a long time. When the enemy retreats this time, I'll ......," she said, and shook her head vigorously as she remembered something, "No, no, what am I talking about!" Now the most important thing is to fight off these nasty guys! ”

It seems that even she is not without uneasiness, but she hides them well. Sean suppressed the bitterness in his heart and touched the girl's head. She narrowed her eyes, as if drawing warmth from Sean's palm.

"So, Captain, I'm taking my leave." She stood up, walked to the door, and turned her head as if she remembered something.

"I forgot to say it...... Actually, it was Sister Alaya who asked me to bring you food, by the way...... Cheer you up! ”

The door closed. Sean sat in his chair a little distracted, the appearance of a silver-haired woman flashing through his mind.

She was more than a decade older than him, but as an Elna who lived several times as long as him, the difference was nothing at all. He had the impression that the woman didn't seem to be particularly close to anyone, and only kept a faint smile when he was alone with him a few times.

Generally speaking, because of the large difference in life expectancy, the marriage between the Elna and any other human race is not too favorable. Compared to the Kamal, who are prone to disobsession, and the Ites, whose personalities and whereabouts are just as erratic, the Erna are much more dedicated to their feelings. Combining with other races destined to die hundreds of years before them was something difficult for the Elna to accept.

So, sure enough, he thought too much. Sean smiled self-deprecatingly, the other party should just fulfill the duties of the regiment commander and let him, the regiment commander, regain his spirits. This is in line with her always calm personality.

In that case, he should indeed cheer up. Although the Knights now have a strong castle, he could not predict what the enemy would do. So, at this time, what can still be done is-

Sean made up his mind, left the study, and knocked on the door of Payne's room.

The intelligence director poked his head out, his hair a little messy, and he looked like he had just fallen asleep. He seemed to guess Sean's intentions and invited him to sit down in the room.

"Do you want to ......," Payne asked tentatively, "to ask for help from others, Captain?" ”

"That's right." Sean nodded, but his next sentence made the intelligence director's face change.

"We can't ask for help from the other strongholds of the Order. Although they have not yet been attacked, I cannot guarantee that what we have here will not happen to them again. "The only thing we can do is to stop this war with the help of other forces." ”

"The question is...... Who will be able to do this? ”

"The forces in the empire cannot influence the decisions of Rogman III. The Phil Federation is too far away from us, and the Elna people of the Breeze Forest are afraid that they will not intervene in this kind of fight. "So, I need you to send an emissary—or you yourself—to ask the Cult of San Leon to intervene to stop this war within the Empire." ”

"But they're Protodis'...... And...... We've had friction with them—"

"That was all before. This is the only chance of getting reinforcements, and no matter how odd it is, you have to try. Sean muttered, "I allow you to pay any price, as long as you can ensure the survival of the Knights, it will be worth it." ”

Payne nodded silently, raised his right hand, and drew the mark of Mal on his chest.

"I will live up to my mission, Commander."