The White Tower is still glorious, illuminating everything around it as if it were heavenly.

Only the small wooden house, the one built by Silves's own hands, seemed real and warm. He wandered his gaze around the white thorn forest, and then opened the curtain and walked in.

Anarysta was barely able to walk, and she struggled to the door and looked out.

The sun is shining, and the white thorn tree is blooming with large white flowers, this sacred tree of the Church of Light, only survives near the Holy White Tower, with green leaves and white branches, and is the only living creature near the White Tower that seems to be real.

"My lord," Silves tried to help her, "the three vice-presiding judges have gone out to hunt the demons, leaving only a small number of men to watch over us. ”

"Oh?" Anarysta flickered, "It's useless, as long as that thing is still in my hands, they won't give up." ”

"Your Excellency?" Silves looked at her deeply, but shook his head and changed the subject, "Do you think they can succeed?"

"Hunting demons for what?" Anarysta snorted as she broke free from her thoughts, "Success or not, chaos is inevitable. ”

She looked at the scenery outside and fell into a long thought, and finally turned around for a long time and looked at this young and handsome subordinate, "Silves, how many men do you still have?"

"There's only one squad that can guarantee loyalty...... "Silves" sighed, "That's too few people, no matter what they do." ”

"What if there's another Legendary Professional?" Anarysta's eyes gleamed with a burning light.

"Your Excellency...... Have you regained your strength?" Silves was surprised and delighted, with an indescribable look in the deepest part of his eyes.

"It's not me," Anarysta shook her head again, "but we have to do something, or we'll have to wait for them to free up their hands and slowly torture us." ”

"Yes. Silves bowed his head and didn't ask.

"Come with me, Silves. Anarysta stepped out the door, squinting at the bright sky, which made her pretty eyes look even more charming.

She glanced at Silves, sighed, and said lightly, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have much chance in the future." ”

It was already noon, but the travelers who trekked through the Necromantic Wilderness could not see the bright sky above the clouds.

It was a barren valley, and Allegri and his party were resting under the cover of several large rocks. Allegri stood alone in a corner, and some tired crows stood in front of him.

Relying on the magic pet contract between the two, Amosic quickly found their location and flew down in a circle.

On his claws, there was a bag about the size of him, and he didn't know what it contained, but it didn't affect his flight speed in the slightest.

"Some magic materials you're missing. Amosic stretched out his paw and told Allegri to take it off.

"It's finally all now," Allegri glanced at and smiled with satisfaction, "by the way, any reply?"

"Do you mean Nacini or Althea?" Amosic shook his feather and glanced at him.

"It's business," Allegri snorted a little embarrassed, "have Norman City prepared anything?"

"Their countermeasure was to take some of the defenders of the Iron Wall Pass and other remaining forces, and build several layers of defense to hold the Norman city," Amosic said, "and Nacini immediately launched a decisive battle on the front line, trying to defeat Jonas and then return to the army." ”

"And what about Althea?" Allegri asked, hesitating.

"She wants you not to take any risks," replied Amosic casually, "Well, aren't you disappointed that they didn't take you into account at all." ”

"After all, the power of one person is limited," Allegri said indifferently, "It is already a major matter related to the gains and losses of the family and the country, and they naturally will not pin their hopes on holding me." ”

"Are you going to do it then?" Amosic looked at him.

"Why don't you do it?" Allegri stood up, "They think too highly of Nacini, and the decisive battle is not something that can be started if you want to......"

"Alright, I'll take you there after a break. Amosic nodded and closed his eyes.

Allegri paced there alone, his brow furrowed and his steps heavy.

Especially after his stay in Tirappes, Allegri's heart fell into a painful struggle. Once the "Iron Gate" is opened, the northern fortress of the Holy Duchy of Ian will inevitably become the first target of the demon legions, and the simple innkeeper, the talkative fellows, the bustling pedestrians, and countless unarmed civilians will all be reduced to ashes in the war.

Was he really going to be that sinner?

The answer is yes. Amosic may not have understood it yet, but after thinking about it, Allegri could hear the deep helplessness in that decision.

What does it mean that all the remaining troops are gathered? It means that the remaining troops are weak soldiers, and the attack on the church will collapse at the first touch; what does it mean to hold on to Norman City? Should a large area south of Norman City be completely abandoned? In this way, even if the first wave of attacks can be dealt with, what should be done in the face of a steady stream of Holy Alliance troops crossing the corridors? Even if they can hold on for a while, can the decisive battle of Nacini really be launched smoothly? Even if it is launched, how long will it be over?

Because of the old events of the "Final Flame" at the Victory Day celebration, including Nacini and Althea, they all have an indescribable gratitude and guilt for Allegri, and even more because of emotional problems, there is a trace of embarrassment lingering in it.

All of this made them less willing to accept Allegri's sacrifice for help, which would make them feel even more indebted.

But this is no longer the time to talk about that, Allegri has only to choose between doing and not doing. As for the infamy and consequences that followed, Allegri shook his head and sighed.

He used to occasionally think about the question, between a friend and a hundred ordinary strangers, if he had to make a choice, how would he deal with himself?

It was a cranky thought in the leisure time after dinner, and it was inevitable that it would be difficult to choose between morality and emotion, and it seemed morally unreasonable to sacrifice a hundred people for a friend. But the loss of that friend would make him even more sad and sad.

He was not a bad person, but he was also not a saint, and when this choice really came to him, although it was a little hesitant and painful, it did not prevent him from making a resolute choice.

There are thousands of strangers in the world, and I only have a few friends.

(1st Update)

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