When she awoke from her coma, she found herself lying on an old wooden bed, her nose smelling the smell of dried herbs.

On the shelves on either side were clay pots of various sizes, and some things of unknown size hung from the ceiling - here was a small room encased in a civil structure wall. The warm sunlight poured onto her through the gray window not far away, leaving a warm spot of light.

The dilated pupils slowly tightened, and the things that were hanging from the ceiling became clear—glass bottles containing translucent liquids, soaked in what looked like fragments of animal limbs. They swayed in mid-air, glowing eeriely in the sunlight.

She'd been researching spells in the Eyes of Truth stronghold since she was a child, and she could guess what they were for just by looking at the materials. The items that appear to be limb fragments are apparently materials used for spells, and their users may still be sorcerers from unknown areas of the Dark Continent.

Although her body was still a little sluggish, the sense of crisis accumulated by long-term training was not dormant, and just seeing those things made her have some bad associations. She was unconscious from her lack of strength while Curt was fighting the monsters, and she still doesn't know what she's doing.

She tried to sit up from the bed, but found that the muscles all over her body were moaning, and she couldn't lift any strength at all. Not only the wounds left by the previous battle with the winged monsters, but every joint of the body seemed to fall apart, and all of them were out of the control of their own will.

"Well, this is"

All defenses were dismantled, and if someone stabbed a dagger into the heart, they could only watch, and it was difficult to lift a little finger. It's not just that there's no power. Even the control of the magic power dissipated, and I could only feel that they were all losing vitality in their bodies and flowing smoothly.

She struggled to move her head. She wanted to see what was going on with her body - but she was shocked by what she saw.

The wound on the body has been simply wrapped in a circle of white gauze, and some kind of green dressing has dyed the gauze a strange color. The mechanism has an arm-long steel needle piercing the dressing and then directly into the body. It looked like someone had pinned her to the bed.

Seeing that she was being treated like this, she struggled uneasily, and the old bed made a "crunch-" sound. The part that was pierced by the steel needle seemed to be paralyzed. No matter how much she struggled, those areas would only revert to a slightly dull feeling of tenderness.

"Well, I don't care, but it's better for you not to move. After all, that old man has managed to deal with those wounds on your body with great difficulty, and if you move around now and cause any problems, I can't use spells to help you heal. ”

While she was struggling, a girl's lazy voice came from the side, and she could vaguely feel a little hoarse. She turned her head to look in that direction, and noticed that Lizzie, who had changed her clothes, was leaning against the door expressionlessly. He looked at her thoughtfully.

In one hand, she held a bottle of a strangely colored liquid that looked like it had just been boiled, and the vapour that wafted out had an unpleasantly sweet taste. She looked at the female archer, shaking the Erlenmeyer flask in her hand, and the gradually mixed potion began to emit a disturbing dark green color.

The female archer didn't know how to express her feelings, as they had been hostile not so long ago, and the organization to which she belonged had come to see her and her brother as obstacles that had to be destroyed. But when she learned of this fact, she didn't expect things to develop like this.

The strength she barely lifted dissipated, and she collapsed limply in the futon: "Lizzie Leinster since you'll be here." That is to say, you brought me to--forget it, no matter what words you use to describe my failure, it will not change the fact that I was saved by you. ”

Pain all over my body. This is probably the sequelae left by the overdraft body, which has been severely affected by the activity. The already scarred body still insists on fighting the monsters that are being pursued, and when walking with Curt and them, he has to raise twelve points of energy to be careful of the dangers lurking around.

Lizzie's simple treatment with spells really didn't help. But it undoubtedly allowed her to barely walk in the undulating underground tunnels. Whether she took a position or not, she had to thank them for taking her out of the stronghold. They are also sent to a clinic for treatment.

"It's incredible that you would thank us. ”

Lizzie's eyebrows furrowed slightly. It's like looking at some kind of legendary beast: "But since you think we saved you, then let's be honest and tell us what we want to know, and treat it as a favor, or something like that." ”

She paced slowly to the edge of the bed, then placed the small bottle in her hand on the wooden shelf at the head of the bed. As she put the bottle down, she deliberately put a little more effort in her hand, as if to remind the female archer that she could also choose to use this small bottle against her.

A strange smell wafted into the female archer's nostrils, making her still somewhat dazed head feel inexplicably dizzy again. Just smelling that smell, I feel that my consciousness is going to leave me, and if I am poured a whole tube of potion, I am afraid that I will not even remember who I am.

It's not a rare commodity, it's just a potion made from simple ingredients, and the Eye of True Vision often uses this kind of thing to make people who don't want to tell the truth speak.

If she had plenty of mana, just inhaling some vapors wouldn't have any effect on her mind, as she could use them to wipe out the toxins. But at this point when her magic was almost completely out of control, she had already noticed that her mind had gone through a little blank.

"I used to think that you were ordinary people who obeyed the law, but I looked at it like this. It is also the kind of person who will do whatever it takes to get the end of it. ”

She sighed and said with a wry smile, "I have investigated you before, but whether it is the internal information of the mercenary management office or the identity records of the town hall, they are only a few meaningless nonsense. I know it's useless to ask—but who are you two guys, and why are you ordinary people in Catrice City?"

Her eyes were full of tiredness, but in the corner of her eye, she could barely see a trace of the sorcerer's sanity. She could only smell the vapor wafting from the potion, so her consciousness was not completely affected and she could still say what she wanted to ask.

"What you can know is what you should know, and as for other things, you don't need to know. Lizzie, on the other hand, looked sarcastically into the woman's eyes, her grey eyes not showing a hint of brilliance, "In fact, I want to know more about what you're doing than our intelligence." ”

Lizzie leaned closer to the woman's face, staring blankly at her weakened and badly injured. She knew very well that the woman didn't care who she and Curt were, and was just using the question to test their attitudes, but Lizzie didn't care what she thought.

"Well, I think that's the same - you won't tell me the answer. This is not surprising, after all, everyone has something that cannot be sued by anyone else, especially the information that you have spent so much time burying it. The implication is that she doesn't want to report her to her.

However, this was not the case, she closed her eyes gently, as if she was mobilizing the few remaining thoughts to sort out what had happened in the past few days.

After a long while, she spoke, "That guy -- the man who controls those monsters, and his name seems to be Sain Democra." In fact, I don't know about him, because he is the person arranged by the upper echelons of the 'faction', so we can't control him at all. ”

The True Eye is indeed a lower-level organization affiliated with the Ultramarine Faction, and all of their past actions have been carried out under the direction of this large organization. In the eyes of True Sight, she is only a member of the team responsible for managing intelligence, and she can be said to be insignificant in the entire "faction".

And the man named Sain Democlave was the one who was assigned to this stronghold by the upper echelons of the Ultramarines to conduct research, and even in the command level, he was a few levels higher than her. But he had no interest in power or anything like that, just studying those weird spells.

"In fact, that bastard I should have thought of a long time ago is completely untrustworthy. She bit her lip, as if regretting her decision, "Although the union is an order from those above, I should also watch his actions carefully." ”

Most of the comrades in the colony have left the colony due to the work arranged by the superiors, so the entire colony is left with a few sporadic guards and ineffective researchers. Although they are also mages, their combat abilities are really not comparable to those of the members of the True Eye.

She had suspected that the so-called "ally" would launch a sneak attack while they were unprepared, but she didn't expect things to take a turn for the worse at such a rate. They attacked everyone as their main forces left their stronghold for the mission, and their previous actions only added to their plans.

This is undoubtedly a dereliction of duty on her part, as the person in charge of intelligence gathering, she did not discover the actions of the other party. When the attack began, a considerable number of the members were actually controlled by the magician with strange sludge, and she herself was outnumbered and chased into the crypt by the monsters.

"Hmph, it's really interesting that you guys were actually played around by a guy of unknown origin, and in the end they became his real utensils. ”

The female archer hadn't yet spat out all the information, but Lizzie felt like she had touched some outlines. The sorcerer named Sain Democlera didn't know exactly what he was studying, but what he was doing now was probably working toward that goal.

So is it because of the Ultramarines' instructions to betray the Order and attack the stronghold of the Eye of Truth now, or is it a desperate attempt by him for his own personal purposes......?