The sanctuary was silent, the walls were shattered and cracked, and the bare rock walls looked like the withered remains of an old man, in danger of collapsing at any moment. But Inya didn't care, she was lucky to be able to find a complete Moorish church in Bretonnia during the war, she didn't care whether the church was gorgeous or not, she only cared about the gods in her heart.

In the dimly lit church, one torch was silently extinguished, and only the other two torches were still burning, and under the firelight, Inya's figure was long. The girl prayed reverently at the feet of the Grim Reaper, praying from the bottom of her heart, because she had come here alone far from home, in order to pursue her faith and obey her inner voice. Yes, a few months ago, as a devout disciple, she heard the whispers of the Grim Reaper Moore, and sent her to the Northland to find the owner of the Holy Sword.

Hearing the summons, Innia went to the Moorish Temple without telling her family, and stole the Raven's Sword, which was considered sacred by all Lucians. Go to a foreign land and carry out the will of death.

She's been through a lot, and she's going to go through more.

A tough battle awaited her ahead, waiting for the Bretonnians. In order to prevent the Bretonnian army from supporting the wood elves, the necromancer Heinrich divided into two routes, and let his most powerful general, Güll, lead nearly half of his troops to stay on the outskirts of the forest to block the footsteps of the Bretonnian coalition army.

Inya knew it would be the toughest battle she'd ever faced. She was not interested in the Bretonnians, much less in the fact that their king drew the holy sword. Inya only knew how terrible the opponents these knights were about to face.

Because Gul was not originally from this world, or rather, he did not belong to this era in the first place, the true body of the powerful undead warrior was born more than two thousand years ago, as early as the beginning of the empire, he was the leader of the northern barbarians, the most powerful Chaos warrior, ruling all the barbarian tribes that worshipped the blood god.

During his lifetime, this powerful Chaos warrior inflicted indelible wounds on the Dwarven Kingdom and the Human Empire. After his death, he was resurrected by the strongest necromancer, Nagash, and became the most powerful undead warrior under his command. The mighty Gul was born to fight, and even after death. Across the battlefields of life and death, countless enemies have been defeated, and countless imperial warriors have died under the butcher's knife of this undead warrior. The only one who has ever defeated it is Sigmar, who is worshipped as a god by the people of the Empire.

Inya doesn't know how Üll was resurrected by Heinrich, but, no matter what, this outrageously powerful necromantic warrior has reappeared. Sending it to stop the Bretonnian march is also enough to show how much Heinrich attached importance to this human army.

Faced with this formidable enemy she had never encountered, Inya could only kneel and pray. Prayer can give her temporary peace and tranquility. At the very least, it can make her forget her troubles and fears for a while. She had never seen the face of Death Moore before, but the voice from the depths of her heart always calmed her, but it grew weaker and weaker away from her home. Sometimes, Inya doesn't even hear Moore's teachings. She wondered, wondered if what she heard every time was something she was subconsciously saying to herself, or was it really Moore's whisper?

The wind blew the ground, rolled up dust and broken leaves, and weaved between the broken walls and stone pillars, and the gate was pushed open, and it was not the king of Bretonnia, nor the dukes or lords, but Tallinnam...... A peculiar squire.

These days, Inya is familiar with Berto, and at the same time, with the little squire beside Lord Berto. After many observations, Inya came to a conclusion that Berto was not a "normal" lord, and the squire beside him had an extraordinary relationship with him. Not even the knights in the realm were so close to their lords, but Tallinnam did. They ate together, they discussed things together, they trained together...... In addition to sleeping together...... Berto took his squire with him for almost everything. However, a squire is just an acolyte after all. He can never become a knight or lord unless he ...... Forget it, there is no unless......

"Hello, may I come in?"

Outside the door, Tallinnham cautiously asked, asking for the female knight's permission.

"Of course. ”

Inya got up and replied.

Tallinnam cautiously walked inside. Caution is not due to fear of the circumstances, but to the fear that one's own intrusion will ruin the prayers of the female knight. For Inya, Tallinnham liked it from the bottom of his heart. This kind of liking seems to be full of color in his life from now on. Inya's appearance allowed her to find a second meaning in life. During his travels around the world with Berto, he has met many girls, but it is the first time that he has been able to make his heart ripple when he meets for the first time like Inya.

"Are you here by yourself?"

Tallinnam asked cautiously. In fact, it was a pick-up, because he himself didn't know what to say. It's simply a purposeless visit. Just to see the people you miss.

"Hmm. "1800 Literature

Inya nodded, and put her own relics into her sheath.

Her face was pale and dull. It can be seen that the mental state is not very good.

"You seem to be tired, is my visit bothering you?"

Tallinnam asked politely. Staying by Berto's side all the year round, he is still very clear about these so-called aristocratic etiquette. Know what to say when you see someone.

"No, I was praying, and just after praying, you came in. ”

Inya said, curling up her long hair and tying it to the back of her head, trying to make herself look as smart as possible.

"I don't know much about your gods, but Lord Berto and I have met many Moorish believers during our travels in Tyrelle, just like you. Oh no, you should say you are more religious and serious than they are. They prayed and prayed in a clean, huge church, and you can pray to your gods in such a place, which is enough to show the firmness of your heart and the piety of your faith. ”

Tallinnham said with a smile. This is not a boast, but a fact. After Tallinnam finished speaking, Inya fell silent for a few minutes.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, and Tallinnam didn't know if he had said something wrong, he stood still, looking at the girl with a beautiful face, not knowing how to move on to the next topic. Seemingly, he talked himself to death......

After a few minutes, Inya continued to speak—

"I'm praying for Moore to guide me and light my way. Just ......"

She stopped talking, looked at the attendant in front of her, and sighed. He was kind-hearted, but he couldn't help her. Her mission is to follow Moore's will and find the man with the sword. Tallinn couldn't help her.

Inya smiled bitterly and asked in her heart-

"My god, if you see my piety, and know my distress and helplessness, show up and guide me. ”

However, after a few moments, there was still no movement. Only the crackling sound of the torches burning.

She took a step forward, and was about to leave the church, when she suddenly noticed a ray of moonlight shining through the small window and falling straight on the relic, and the sword of the raven reflected the silver light, which shone right on Tallinnam......

Tallinnam was so dazed by the strange light that he could only resist it with his hands. However, the light shone through the gap between his fingers and on his face.

"Is this?"

"No, it can't be...... He's just a little-known squire, it can't be him......"

Inya asked herself inwardly.