The oil lamp flickered in the dimly lit wooden house, stretching the shadow of the young nun and covering the boy lying flat on the bed. He was about twelve or thirteen years old, which should have been the age of great energy; Now his face was pale, his breath was short, and cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead. She pressed her hand to the other's chest, feeling the hot skin and a quick, weak trembling.

The young man's gaze was weak and focusless, and his consciousness was still quite clear. He watched as Elena carefully unwrapped the bandage, her lips squirming slightly, a clear fear on her face.

"Sister Elena......" his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "will I die?" ”

The nun carefully removed the last layer of bandage. The sweet rancid stench came over the air, overpowering the rich smell of herbs in the air. She pressed her fingers against the wound, then lit up a bright light. Under the light of the fire, the boy's left leg was swollen and blackened, covered with blisters and yellow-green pus. Elena knew that if she did nothing, the toxin would soon spread from her decaying limbs throughout her body and eventually take her life.

"Don't worry, Lune, you'll survive." The blue-haired nun straightened up and covered her sadness with a smile, "In order to cure your illness, you need to amputate your injured left leg - believe me, it doesn't hurt at all." She turned her head to look at the young man's father, his expression numb, and he pursed his lips without saying a word, "Help me get a basin of water, okay?" ”

The middle-aged man stood up in silence, nodded, and staggered out of the house. Elena opened her backpack and lined up the table with herbs to stop bleeding and disinfecting, powders to fight infection, clean cloth and cotton, and needles and threads to suture wounds. Then she pulled out the dagger from her waist and gently stroked it with her fingers, cleaning it thoroughly with divine magic.

At the church in Twilight, Elena learned how to deal with all kinds of trauma, including amputation—but this was the first time she had done it. She was a little nervous, but her movements were as smooth as usual.

Everyone who came here was fighting, and the girl thought to herself, the battlefield that belonged to her in front of her.

The man quickly returned, placing the basin he was holding beside her. Elena thanked him, then knelt at the head of the bed and whispered a prayer.

The soft golden starlight fell, and the young man seemed to breathe, and his expression suddenly relaxed. The invisible struggle consumed too much of his physical strength, and Lu En closed his eyes, his breathing slowed, and he fell into a temporary sleep.

The nun tore off a lump of cotton and dipped it in water to wash the top of the boy's wound. Then pour the Beron man's fiery wine into a small bowl, boil it on an oil lamp, and wipe it once again. Then she tightened the teenager's thigh with a bandage, picked up the dagger and gently cut into the skin of the calf.

The magic cut off all pain, and the boy moved his body, but he didn't wake up. Elena followed what she had learned, severing muscles, blood vessels, and nerves, and then slicing through the hard bones with all her might. Blood poured from the wound, and she dropped her dagger, picked up the needle and thread, and quickly tightened the bleeding veins. Finally, she took out the file, smoothed the sharp broken bone, applied a thin layer of ointment, and loosened the strap to stop the bleeding.

The whole process took only half an hour. Elena cast the same spell to ensure that the boy could continue to sleep for a while. She gathered up the blood-stained gauze, the basin of water, and the severed limbs covered with rot, and said a few more words to the boy's father, then got up and walked out of the hut and closed the door gently.

The light rain that had been going on for several days had just stopped. The air outside the house was slightly cold, and the damp wind blew her cheeks, taking away some of her tiredness. Elena left the waste in a corner of the camp, buried it with earth, and walked slowly along the path.

It was originally a farm of the Empire. Now that the fields are deserted, the masters have long since lost their sights, but it has made it easier for them to pass by. The wounded and sick were placed in intact wooden huts, while the rest were covered with waterproof tarpaulins and tents set up on them to prepare for another cold night.

The sergeants of the church saw her walking by and greeted her in order. They gathered dry branches and straw, sprinkled them with a little lamp oil, and lit bonfires. Then set up the pot, take out the bacon and bread, tear the soft cabbage, and start simmering for the day's dinner.

Those kales are a gift left behind in this field. War and dragons have driven humanity away, and they have persevered in the harsh winter, fulfilling the mission they have been given since the time of sowing. The girl quietly watched as the pot began to tumble, then closed her eyes, wishing the original owner of the place safe and sound.

She took out another small pot and prayed for the daily supply of clean food. Before long, a milky substance like rice porridge or batter spilled over the bottom of the pot and slowly rose to a height near the edge. Elena handed it to a sergeant and asked him to distribute it among the people in the hut - as a gift from the gods, they tasted a little more monotonous, but provided more nutrition and strength than bacon and bread.

Night is falling. Soldiers and Imperial refugees sat around the campfire, each swallowing their bowls of food and occasionally whispering a few words. Elena turned around and was about to return to her tent when she heard shouts coming from outside the camp.

"Anyone? Can you hear me! Anyone! It was Hank's voice, and it was probably his turn to patrol the perimeter today, "Come find Elena, our guys are hurt!" ”

Ever since they entered the Empire, this kind of thing has been all the more common. The girl inhaled hard, took the hammer from her waist, and ran quickly in the direction of the shout.

The firelight soon came into view, and Hank walked towards her with Kyle holding the magic light in one hand. Dressed in heavy armor and a steel helmet, his white robes belonging to the Glorious Knights were tattered, and he had clearly just experienced a fierce battle—but his armor was still intact.

But the knight hung his head and walked hobbly and heavily, as if he were going to fall at any moment.

The three stopped in front of Elena. She carefully lifted the other's face armor and saw a gray and blackened face. Blood continued to flow from the man's nostrils and eyes, creating dark brown marks on his face and slowly dripping down his chin.

"Get out of here...... Over here. The knight gasped heavily, and a few words used up his remaining strength," said Master Herman...... Dead, we ......"

"Don't talk about that yet." The nun quickly commanded the two to lay the knight flat, and at the same time leaned down to check the other's status, "You're injured...... No, it's poisoned. She leaned closer to the man's face and smelled rust and the well, "What attacked you?" ”

"Giant, steel monsters......" the Shining Knight tilted his head weakly, coughing up gray-black blood that smelled of corruption, "they squirted...... Yellow fog, shrouded in ...... The whole woods, our people...... Fall inside......" he inhaled hard, making a ragged bellows-like murmur, "Lord Herman with his holy sword...... cut two and ...... Here she comes. ”

The dying knight's eyes widened, as if the scene had caused him deep fear, "It's a girl...... Brown hair, no weapons...... She appeared in front of the adults with a white fire...... Will the adults ...... Burn ......"

Hank and Kyle looked at each other, a mixture of confusion and horror. Elena didn't.

She probably knew who killed the Silver Sword, and vaguely guessed who gave her such power. Compared to the life that is about to die, those things are not important for the time being-

"Hank, help me carry him back!" The blue-haired nun crouched down and picked up her heavy legs covering her shins. The poison in the knight is so deep that there is no certainty of a cure, but she must try to do something, "Kyle, you go and tell everyone to guard the perimeter, the enemy may be there-"

A sudden palpitation prevented her from saying the rest of the word. Elena turned her head sharply, and as far as her eyes could see, the brown-haired girl with wolf ears was walking out of the night, stepping through the darkness, and in the blink of an eye she was beside her.

Lily Nono lowered her head, didn't say a word, and met her with amber eyes.

In Elio's description, Lily is almost a different person. For Elena, the girl in front of her doesn't seem to have changed much, but it seems to be completely different. She crouched down beside Elena, glanced at the dying knight, and put her hand on the other's forehead.

For a moment, Elena experienced a power that was both familiar and unfamiliar—undoubtedly magical, but not the power of the Lord of Light. In the original world, she had seen Yuffie use similar spells, but compared to the scene in front of her, it was almost the difference between dripping water and the ocean.

The knight opened his eyes in confusion, his gaze going back and forth between the nun and the brown-haired girl, and suddenly overflowing with fear. He sprang to his feet, screamed and drew his dagger, and lunged at Lily.

It was Elena who saved his life.

The nun turned sideways, grabbed the knight's wrist, and slammed into his right ribs. She didn't have time to use any magic spells, but luckily the other party did the same. The knight snorted, and the man fell to the ground, and Elena snatched the dagger, tossed it aside, and rode on top of him.

"Calm down, she's not here to kill you - I know her!" Elena pressed the knight's arm hard to prevent him from hurting herself in terror, "How are you feeling now?" ”

"I ...... I'm okay. I...... Master Herman was struck by her—"

"Don't talk yet, I'll leave it to me." She interrupted the knight's words anxiously, and looked up at her former companion who was walking towards the two, "Lily. ”

"Don't be afraid, let's just take a look at how you're doing." The mercenary looked her up and down, "What are you doing here?" ”

Elena let go of the knight and stood up, looking Lily in the eye.

"The war has destroyed a lot of things here. Some left their possessions behind and fled their homes, while others took up their swords and became robbers. They either starved or died of cold or trauma. She turned her head to the campfire not far away, "I'm just trying to protect those who are suffering, in accordance with the Creed of the Lord of Light. ”

"Really, even here, you're still the same." The mercenary licked her lower lip and suddenly grinned, "Okay, since we are also responsible, let's do something for you?" ”

She turned, left the knight and the others behind, and walked to the direction of the campfire. Elena hurried to follow.

The two walked all the way through the camp to the hut where the nun had 'healed' Luen. At this time, the boy had woken up, and the effect of the magic was dissipating. He closed his eyes tightly and tapped the bed with his intact leg, as if to relieve some of the pain.

The boy's father saw the two men come in, and stood up a little helplessly. Elena patted the man's shoulder soothingly, sat down next to the boy, and shook the other's hand. And Lily walked straight to the end of the bed and put her right hand over Lune's wound—

The miracle happened in the next instant. The white flame ignited from the fracture and stretched forward, constructing the original limb form, and then solidifying the form. The powerful life magic spell also drove away the weakness left by the long high fever, and the boy opened his eyes, sat up straight in disbelief, stroked his intact calf, and tried to move his toes again.

"Big sister......" he looked at Lily with a look of surprise and awe on her face, "Are you a god?" ”

"What do you think?" The mercenary stood up and didn't look at him, "Be careful in the future, there will be a next time, we won't come to save you." ”

She pushed open the door and walked to the rest of the room, treating each injured person in turn. Whether it is an infection, a broken bone, a fever, or a minor or severe trauma, it only takes an instant to heal under the baptism of the fire of life. Some thanked them, others thanked the Lord of Light for his kindness - the latter was clearly wrong, but Lily seemed to care.

When it was all over, Elena grabbed her hand and led her to her own 'abode'.

The standard tent of the Church Army is not large, and a low table is placed in the center, which is just right for two more people. The nun set out a cup and a cup of herbal tea and poured half a pot of hot water into the tent, allowing the aromas of citrus, hawthorn and jasmine to permeate the tent. Lily picked up her glass, licked it, and leaned down on the table with a big grin.

"It tastes good. What's the matter? ”

"That magic...... Fermier taught you. ”

"That's right. He said that it was our legacy, the strength left to us by our 'father'. Lily tilted her head and tapped her fingers lightly on the table, "But we think we wouldn't have been able to get it if it hadn't been for Fermir." ”

The power of Edda, the Lord of Heaven—in other words, the newborn Edda was right before her. "So, Lord Herman's business...... Did you do it? ”

"That guy is strong. If left unchecked, it will affect Femir's plan, and we can only kill him. The mercenary replied without hesitation, "As a member of the Templars, he should have realized this a long time ago?" ”

The young nun frowned and looked at her former companion.

"But what about the others."

"Who are you talking about?"

"The Elna, the Thatch, the Church, and the Imperial. No one is spared in war, whether soldiers or civilians. Elena put her arms on the table, closed her eyes, and thought back to what she had seen along the way, "The people you just healed are only a handful of lucky ones. Where we can't see, countless people are dying—is this the way you want it to end, Lily? ”

"If we say yes, so what?"

She looked at each other in disbelief. The wolf-eared girl's eyes were clear, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and there was no trace of hesitation in her expression. It wasn't what Elio had described—the nun realized for no apparent reason that perhaps the answer was from Lily's heart.

"We only care about the people we care about and what we want to do. If we even feel guilty for the death of the enemy, we would have died of guilt a dozen times? Lily licked her lips, "And, you should understand, the war is not something that anyone can end easily—"

White-gold light suddenly poured over the nun's body, and the words transmitted through the 'oracle' rang out from her heart at the same moment—as if to prove Lily's words.

"Jihad has come." The current Pope's voice is low and serious, with an unyielding will, "In the name of St. Leonos, it is declared that the sorcerer Femile Stark and the son of Edda, September, have conspired to steal the throne of the Lord of Heaven with the intention of subverting the world. All Templars, traveling monks, and volunteers are now recruited to gather in Golden Rock City, and join forces with the Oren Empire, the Elders Kingdom, and the Bedin Kingdom to defeat your forces and destroy the enemies of the continent! ”

The light dissipated, and the sound seemed to still echo. Elena came back to her senses and found Lily looking at her with a smirk.

"Are we right? Your church counts us as enemies. She drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, swallowing the petals and orange peel, "But you, since you don't like war, isn't it just right to leave now?" ”

The blue-haired nun was silent for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"I don't really like war." She whispered, "Whatever the purpose, at the cost of someone else's life, it can't be the right thing to do." I can't change this history, I just hope that everyone in the "Lilianor Regiment" can return home safely...... Maybe that's why I'm here. ”

The nun looked quietly at the table, the cup steaming hot, and the wolf-eared girl's face was a little blurred. She knew that it was the original Lily - a little self-centered, not caring about the eyes of others, and just following what she had set her goals.

Maybe she could, Elena thought.

"Ann, Elio, Jill, Groom, and Bell, all stayed on for their own reasons. Same with you. She stood up, her voice steady, "I'll try to stop you, Lily." With them. ”

The mercenary also got up, suddenly reached out her hand, rubbed her hair, and grinned with a familiar - and a hint of regret.

"Thou hast grown up, little Elena. Then there's nothing to worry about. ”

She turned back. When he was still in the Desert of the Dead and the Forest of Ghosts, such a back was very reliable, "If you want to say it, we probably don't need to kill you...... Except for Jill. So, just try to live? ”

She lifted the tent's curtains, raised her right hand and waved, then vanished.

The nun sat quietly for a while. The tea gradually warms up, with a slight reddish-brown glow, like a lake at sunset. She didn't know if Lily was wrong, or which side would emerge victorious. In this world, the two people who taught her have passed away one after another; And in the upcoming holy war, she cannot guarantee that she will be safe and sound.

This is true for everyone, including the members of the Lily Nono Regiment who passed through the Mirror Realm and came here with her. However, it was too early to give up, as she had said to the silver witch—

Even with a 100 percent chance of it, she will still try to find the perfect ending.

"Captain Elena." Orlando, who was also a traveling monk and her deputy, came in and heard the oracle not long ago, "What should we do?" ”

The nun fastened her cloak to protect against the wind, held the emblem in her palm, and felt a slight warmth. It was the Lord of Light who blessed her, so it must be.

She walked past Orlando to the stables in the dark, "I'll go now." The rest of you have come back safely with them. ”

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