While the student party and Sister Pomegranate accept Brother Woomeow's invitation to go offline together, there are also important things happening in the Transnesia region.

But not near Cadman City, where order has been rapidly established, but in a place close to Murphy.

Morland Village.

In the witch hunters' makeshift camp, the dozen or so witch hunters who had survived the battle against Sarlokdal had already made all the preparations before the departure. They were about to rendezvous with Major Fraser at nightfall tomorrow, and then escort him out of the Transnesian region and back to the frontier fortress of East Pruus.

This trip represents the end of the witch hunters' "bad relationship" with Transencia in the near future.

But the atmosphere in the camp at this time was not cheerful, and even a little heavy.

The Witch Hunters have suffered so much over the past decade, witnessing too many deaths and deaths, but this one is extraordinary.

They lost their Lord of the White Oak, and the last leader left them after the fall of the Old Church.

This is no less than the feeling that the sky has fallen for the current gloomy White Oak Warband, and the worst thing is that the heir chosen by the Fynoch Knight at the last moment is now in a serious "mental exhaustion".

The most tragic thing is that Captain Natalie doesn't have a magical second uncle who can help her untie the knot.

Scout Amber came over with a dinner, but saw Norman and Potter outside the closed door, two veterans standing by with sad expressions on their faces.

Amber came over and glanced at it, and saw that the meal that had been brought in in the morning would be left untouched at the door.

With the blindfold on, she sighed and asked softly:

"Is the captain still not responding?"

"Well, it's like dead."

The vulgar one-armed veteran Potter was familiar with Zu'an as soon as he opened his mouth, and it could be seen that he was also nervous, but this old soldier who had not been to school for a few days really couldn't say anything warm.

He said:

"Should we break in and drag her out? She just stayed there with the sword, didn't eat or sleep, and from the time she woke up to the present, she didn't say a word, like she was stupid. ”

"Didn't you do the same when your father died?"

Norman, a masked veteran, scolded with his torn vocal cords:

"Give her a little time, little Natalie is a strong warrior, and the old leader has given her a duty, and I'm sure she'll cheer herself up.

Amber, what about other people's opinions? ”

Norman looked at the last remaining members of his hunter squad.

The scout put aside the dinner in his hand, glanced at the perimeter, and whispered:

"Everyone has no opinion on Natalie taking over as the leader of the war group, except for a few people who think that Natalie's strength is too poor, but everyone trusts the judgment of Lord Finnoke, and Natalie is the one who was prophesied by the Elder Grammore after all.

I'm not worried about everyone right now, but about the people in the Pioneer Fortress.

I'm sure they're all very loyal to Lord Finok, but Natalie has little prestige among them, and we're left with the last 1,400 or so.

If this matter is not handled well, the White Oak Warband, which has persisted for ten years, is afraid that it will also be

Alas. ”

"It's useless to talk about it now."

The grumpy veteran Potter moved his finger and said:

"Natalie's questions are all that matter, she has to pull herself up immediately!"

"Say less."

The veteran Norman gestured, glanced at the closed door, and said:

"By tonight! If she doesn't come out yet, then we'll act. ”

"Hmm."

The other two nodded, Norman still had authority among them.

However, their conversation did not hide from Natalie Fenokya Lawson in the room.

As a black iron rank witch hunter, although Natalie does not have a particularly outstanding advantage in terms of absolute strength, as the daughter of a Golden Knight and a Silver Saint, her potential and talent are far beyond ordinary people, and her degree of being loved by natural psionic energy is naturally stronger than others.

She hasn't started the Silver Trial yet, it's not that she can't do it.

Rather, because she understood the key points of the power stage of the Black Iron Rank very well, she would rather spend more time polishing her foundation to perfection.

Her years of war career have also made her mentally and characterly tenacious among her peers, and although her life goals are somewhat confused, she is indeed a very good fighter.

But at this moment, after suffering the blow of the death of the war leader and her father, this strong lady also fell into emo.

She had a poor relationship with her father.

Even in daily interactions, they don't call him but just treat him as their superior, learn from him but don't mix personal feelings.

She had thought that old Finok's fate had nothing to do with her, but when death was so real, she realized that she didn't want the affection between father and daughter, she just hadn't been prepared.

And now, at a certain unexpected moment, she finally lost everything as she wished, and the last person related to her blood also disappeared into her life, making her truly "alone".

In the dimly lit room, a sallow-faced and spirited Natalie holds the large oak blade "Watcher" in her arms.

It was the last thing her father left her.

But strictly speaking, the Great Oak Blade did not belong to Old Finoch.

This thing is the property of the Church of Avalon.

Even the White Knight Captain and Church Saint are not qualified to give it to their daughters, but now that the Old Church has collapsed to what it is now, no Grey Knights in charge of church order will come to Natalie to ask for holy relics.

The grumpy blade would jump to his feet and curse in old Finok's hands, but it was as quiet as a dead thing in Natalie's arms.

This is apparently due to the fact that Natalie has not yet been recognized by the Holy Blade and has not established a spiritual connection, after all, she is not an old knight, and she can maintain her connection with the gods after the god Avalon renounced the human believers.

Natalie's state at this time is in a state of frustration.

She knew what she had to do and what she did, but she just couldn't lift her spirits and didn't have any idea of getting back into action.

She knew she wasn't right, but she lacked the motivation to get herself out of the situation.

"Ahem"

A violent cough rose from her chest, making her shake a few times.

The injuries in the Blood Vulture Corridor had not yet fully healed, and the water had not been advanced for more than two days, so she shook her arm in weakness and caused the Great Oak Holy Blade to slip from her arms and smash it to the ground, splashing dust and dissociating the Holy Blade from the forest scabbard.

The scabbard of this greatsword is not the same as the completely closed scabbard of a one-handed sword.

The forest scabbard condensed by old Fenok with divine magic in the last moments of his life is essentially more like a "box" with a one-sided blade, so that the user can draw the big sword out of battle in the shortest possible time.

And it was this collision that caused the old knight's hidden scabbard to gurgle out, and hit Natalie's feet right over.

The gray-haired Demon Hunter's eyes widened instantly, and she didn't even care that the Holy Blade was picking up the round thing by her side.

An Orb of Calculation!

It looks like the same model used by the goddamn vampire Murphy's otherworldly warriors, but how did the old knight get it?

Why did he hide this orb in the scabbard of the woods?

And most importantly, what is hidden in this orb?

With this question in mind, Natalie infused her natural psionic energy into the Orb of Calculations.

This wasn't the original product made by the halfling craftsmen, and the psionic differential system that had been cracked by the strange craftsman Spho Flywheel inside didn't require authentication, so a few seconds after the emerald green psionic energy was injected, the interface that had been altered by Murphy Mo's eyes jumped in front of Natalie's eyes.

The faint psionic projection has a large line of "file to be played" prompt.

Natalie hesitated, then reached out and nodded on the psionic projection.

She had seen how the otherworldly warriors operated the halfling's mechanical gadgets, and it wasn't difficult for a very intelligent and gifted hunter to learn how to manipulate them in a short period of time.

"Huh"

The small psionic projection was immediately magnified, and a black-and-white psionic recording was projected onto the wall in front of Natalie's eyes like a movie, and the light lit up the enclosed, dimly lit room.

Even Natalie couldn't help but cover her eyes.

It was the old knight Finok.

He recorded it himself, looking at the dark backdrop behind him and the waterfall and the light of the campfire in the distance, which he must have taken advantage of to take a break as he and Murphy passed through the secret passage of the Vulture Corridor.

"Natalie, I should have been dead by the time you saw these records."

The Golden Knight is holding a dwarven pipe, and there is no sadness on his old face, and he says in a gentle tone to Natalie, who is looking at the record:

"I asked Murphy for one of these halfling gadgets, he's a generous vampire and a good cook.

Hehe, that's certainly not the point I'm going to make.

Child, the moment I stepped into the Vulture Corridor, I received a subtle warning from Lord Avalon.

I'm afraid I won't make it out of this vampire cave alive, but I'm not bothered by it.

I know you've been resenting me.

But listen to me carefully, this record will only be played once, for your safety.

Ten years ago, when the rebellion of the Church of Avalon occurred, I was working with the Explorers Guild to explore the ruins of a church that was more than 500 years old in the verdant forests of the Antani region.

As you know, that's where the church of Avalon originated.

In the dense forests of the Antani region bordering the elven kingdom of Castile, our ancestors were among the first mountain people to come into contact with the elves.

The point I'm trying to tell you is that I met some people in that ancient ruins at the same time as the church rebelled

Some of the most dangerous people, who call themselves 'Twilight', and although they don't have a lot of contact with them, I can be sure that they are behind the rebellion of the Church and the Ten Years' War.

Their power is powerful and mysterious, hidden within various organizations.

Even the Avalonian church!

I know that you have always accepted the fact that the god of Avalon gave up the church and the human believers before the rebellion took place, but the truth is quite the opposite!

Child, you remember!

The god Avalon never gave up on us, it was we who gave up on the gods first.

It is the rebellion that comes first, and the loss last.

You must be curious where I have been in the six years since I disappeared, and the answer is that I have crossed the ocean to the New World across the sea, and I learned of the existence of Twilight and wanted to find more information from them.

The Great Oak Blade was also found by me in the process.

Or rather, to be rewarded casually.

The old religion has been corrupted far more than I could have imagined in the past days, and even on the eve of the rebellion, the three holy blades had been stolen from the Holy Land, which shows that there must be people in the upper echelons of the church.

I took the Three Blades from the Cultists of Twilight, but I left only the Watchers, and sent the Punisher and Arbiter into the hands of my companions who still believed in the gods of Avalon.

You're going to get them!

This is important!

After the loss of the Seed of Life, the Three Blades became the last link between human believers and the god Avalon.

I also want to tell you that the god Avalon has been watching over us, and it was the gods who woke me up when I did unforgivable wrongs against the simple Aztec aliens in the New World, and made me realize that my so-called search for the truth was a means by which the wicked ones lured me to depour!

Take this as a warning!

Child, you have to be confident that our God has not given up on us.

I have made up my mind to entrust you with the Holy Blade, with which you can reconnect with the gods of nature.

This will give you real strength.

After that, it can be leading, rebuilding, or even abandoning.

After all, you don't owe anything to the Church of Avalon, my poor boy. ”

With that, the old knight spat out a smoke ring.

He was silent for a few seconds, and then in the final moment of the record he said to Natalie, who was sure to only see the record after he died:

"My daughter, you have been accusing me of leaving you and your mother behind and devoting everything in your life to faith,

I can't argue because it is.

But at the end of my life, I must explain to you as a father.

Your birth was a miracle from the gods, to whom I made a vow more than a hundred years ago when I drank the water of the Holy Grail.

I hope that the gods will protect my family, your mother, and bless me with her without regrets, so that I will give everything I have for my faith.

That's the Oath of the Holy Grail!

It is the Church of Avalon that the saints can receive the noblest reward.

I never imagined that God Avalon would be so generous to me and your mother, and that your mother became pregnant on the day of the Harvest Festival, thirty years after the Grail Oath.

You know what that means.

It's a gift from the gods!

Natalie, you are the child that God Avalon personally sent into this world, and your mother and I are both honored to be married to you, but it was also at that time that I realized that God Avalon heard my vows!

He has given the gift.

I must fulfill my covenant with the gods,

I don't give everything to the gods because I don't care about you, and it's not because you mean nothing to me.

Quite the opposite, kids.

I have to do that to bless you with a healthy growth.

Your mother knows this, because she has witnessed the miracle of your birth day as much as I do.

O my daughter, at the time of your birth, the forests of the whole island of Grammo whispered your name, and countless spirits of nature gathered around your mother to sing in unison for your birth, and white shepherd deer came to your mother.

And when you let out your first cry, the first storm of that year swept across the North Sea.

From Greeney Island to Icy Bay, from the Misty Shores to Port Jose, all the sea breezes roar for your arrival.

My daughter, your fate does not need to be prophesied by the Elders of Gramme, it is all just our words to protect your origins.

My daughter, you were born to do great things, to leave your name and your legend in the history of this world.

My daughter, you can't imagine how much your mother and I cherished you, loved you, and cared for you, and what sustained me in those six dark years of depravity without falling into the mire was your faith in the gods

I knew I had to keep going!

I must create a more perfect world for you as a father, and unfortunately, as a mortal I can't live up to my promise.

My daughter, my Natalie, you'll have to take the rest of the way yourself.

Sorry, kid.

Murphy was urging me to hit the road.

This may also be a revelation from the gods, and goodbye must be said.

Believe that being your father is the most glorious moment of my life, that I have walked the way I ought to go, that I have kept the way I ought to keep, and that I have been blessed with my life.

I wish you, my child.

Bless you too to have your life.

Be wary of the darkness!

But be wary of those who actively chase the darkness. ”

"Bang"

The projection in front of me dissipated.

Natalie was left alone in the dark room sobbing silently.

Tears crawled across her scarred face, making her realize that she had missed too much and had been wrong, but as Natalie had growled, time had been neither forgiving nor kind to her.

The past is like smoke, and it is difficult to recover.

Soon, she wiped away her tears, bent down, took the dinner brought by Amber in her hand, stared at the silent Oak Blade on the ground, and put the food in her mouth.

She needs to get out of her weakness and need to reconnect with Avalon.

She's a warrior!

And now she has an enemy called 'Twilight'.

That's nice

She can finally convince herself to come back to life in the world.

(End of chapter)