It seems that whenever the goddess Rosalia is mentioned, Leonard can talk endlessly.

But Rann just raised his chin at the maggots at the front of the convoy.

"But what you are talking about, the beautiful [rebirth], is that what you have become?"

"That's part of the rebirth process."

Leonard didn't shy away from it, nor did he change the subject, but just said lightly.

"The existing body is 'melted' away before it can be formed in the future. The bug turns into a cocoon and then into a butterfly. Well understood, isn't it? ”

"People who have tossed their bodies to the point that they want to be reborn, or who are extremely dissatisfied with their existing bodies, everyone doesn't care about having such an 'embarrassing period'."

Lan shook his head.

"Then I'll take another look, I'm actually not that dissatisfied with my body right now."

"There will always be, birth, old age, sickness and death or something, hehe."

Leonard smiled softly, still in a soft tone.

"This world is full of dangers, as long as you are a warrior, as long as you are fighting, there will always be a day."

His words sounded very sure.

However, given the peculiarities of this world, this should be the case.

As long as the undead curse continues to expand its influence, there will be more and more of a group of geists who can't kill and want to kill others.

There will also be more and more battles.

"Who knows what will happen next? But I'm more curious now, why are you obsessed with proclaiming your goddess to me? ”

Lanne's words seemed to hit Leonard's pain point.

The masked man, who was not in a hurry and spoke with an aristocratic accent, was suddenly silent for a while.

Although he was wearing a mask, Lan En still squinted his eyes and glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Very thick anger.

This sudden emotion, even if he was wearing a mask, could be sensitively felt by Lan En.

But Leonard seemed to think that his mask was enough to hide his emotions in front of Ran, so he suppressed his voice and continued to barely maintain a tone that was not much different from the one he had just been.

"The goddess suffers. No, it happened suddenly. Now isolated and helpless, after coming out of Lothric City, there are not even a few loyal warriors around him, and the world is chaotic, and it is time to need help. ”

"You look like a good hand."

Leonard's words are reasonable.

Although Lan En felt that he was a 'god', it was a little strange to say that he was alone and needed the service of a warrior.

But it's not impossible, because every world has a different definition of God.

It is not incomprehensible that he does not have overwhelming combat power, but is called a 'god' because he has some kind of scarce and magical quality.

But what made Lane feel a little concerned was that Leonard's account of the goddess's fate was consistent with that of Archbishop Klimt, a 'sudden change' with no beginning or end.

In a sense, it can be called 'official rhetoric'.

But through Leonard's angry, barely acceptable emotions, Lane understands that this statement is just a 'rhetoric', and it is not the same thing as a 'fact'.

【Mother of Rebirth】Rosaria. What happened to her?

"Anyway, if you're interested in [Rebirth], then become Rosaria's Finger."

Leonard finally said in a low voice.

"Just like me, Leonard of the ring finger. Go and serve Rosaria. ”

It sounds like 'Rosaria's Finger' is the name given to the knights of these goddesses.

But at this moment, in the midst of a group of silent warriors, a cold female voice interjected to speak.

"An invitation to a fighter who has only met on the road for less than half an hour. Recruiting believers without knowing the root causes will only disgrace the name of the goddess, Leonard. ”

It was a female warrior who walked up to the two of them.

She was dressed in a combination of plate and chain mail, and at her waist was a stabbing sword of considerable shape, almost the same as a half-sword in a normal hand.

On her head, instead of a helmet, a white veil and headband are beautifully decorated.

Of course, the face under the head decoration is also beautiful, but like the vast majority of people in this world, the face is expressionless and dead.

As a witcher who often worked with silver, Lan En could immediately see that her armor was mixed with silver.

And the headband on the head is made of pure silver.

Truth be told, if it weren't for the inclination towards battle scenes and battle targets, then the soft texture of silver is not suitable for crafting equipment.

"Again," the female warrior continued to say softly. "This unknown goddess suddenly came out of Losric City at this moment, and it's hard to say what her identity is."

"How dare you question the legitimacy of the goddess?! Siris in the Land of Twilight! ”

This female warrior named Siris, from the Land of Twilight, seems to have Leonard at once.

His soft voice under the silver mask didn't become hysterical, but it was even deeper and colder.

It's like an inconspicuous knife, but it's big enough to slit your throat.

"Isn't the archbishop's personal escort able to make you understand the noble identity of the goddess?"

"That's the archbishop of the secluded church."

In a cold voice, Siris complemented Leonard's words.

"And as we all know, since the Chapel was used to house the bones of Eldridge the Sage a long time ago, the bishops have not had a very good reputation."

The atmosphere between the two of them gradually began to become tense.

The goddess knight in a silver mask held her hand on the odd-shaped weapon at her waist.

It was a strange sword that attached the grip to a curved blade like a crescent moon.

It's not clear why the knight is resentful of Leonard and his goddess.

But the atmosphere was tense to this point, and Lan didn't intend to let things go unfolded.

"Poof!"

Just as the tension between Siris and Leonard became more and more tense, a silver light as clear as a lake swept between them like a light wind.

"W-uh!"

And after the graceful curved blade slashed between the two.

One of the undead corpses that had been piled up in the car, he had just opened his thin mouth, ready to let out an instinctive roar at the first moment of regaining his life.

But the dry throat was only halfway through the roar, and the light and accurate blade stabbed through his mouth where he was lying on his back, piercing the back of his head all the way and revealing the tip of the knife from the back of his skull.

The roar and the resurrected life all stayed at this moment.

The tense atmosphere between the two cannot be maintained because of the blade between the two.

With a gentle 'stab', Arondaet's tip of the knife pulled out of the corpse's mouth smoothly and slowly, without a trace of blood.

"No matter what."

Lan En withdrew the sword of the Lake Maiden, slowly put it into the scabbard, and said calmly.

"I think that since we are all working in the team, personal conflicts should be resolved without affecting the work. What do you two think? ”

(End of chapter)

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