The camp as always, the people as always, everything is the same as it was not so long ago, except for a little.

The ordinary middle-aged woman standing in the middle of the square had angelic wings of light growing out of her back for some reason, and she had a blank expression on her face, as if she didn't know what was going on.

That scene was like ......

"Angel soldiers....... ”

Whose voice came out in a form full of fear and surprise.

Conrad gritted his teeth, the strange sight that suddenly appeared in front of him had not yet dispelled his senses, he knew that something was wrong, that the situation was too far away, that it was too coincidental, and that the woman's condition was different from that of the angel soldiers.

The soldiers who came with Conrad were not so calm, and they drew their weapons almost frantically and pointed them at the middle-aged woman, anxious that they seemed to be killed if they slowed down.

The people around them could only just watch, and the sudden change made them have no time to react, and at this time, there were already soldiers who came to the woman's side, and the long sword was pointed straight at the woman's chest, and with a slight push, the tip of the steel sword could penetrate the rough cloth and pierce the woman's chest.

"Wait a minute!!"

Lilia Marie's shouts brought the soldiers back to their senses, and they hesitated in their movements, subconsciously looking at Conrad as the commander, and then their eyes were drawn to Lilia Marie.

Conrad was the same, the wings that glowed so close that they grabbed his attention, and he turned his head to see the slowly opening wings behind Lilia Marie, the holy wings and the girl's sad expression that made her look like a real angel.

For a moment, Conrad thought a lot. He should remain calm, control the person who is causing the change, investigate and interrogate, and try to solve it perfectly without tragedy.

But the body doesn't think so. The daughter, the wife, the duty of a soldier, the kindness, sympathy, fear, and cowardice of a human being, these things seemed to be crushed, and they were mixed up in his mind, so that he could not think, and could only let his body act on its own.

By the time Conrad came to his senses again, everything around him had changed, the camp had been trampled down, supplies were scattered everywhere, people who had been laughing and laughing had been turned into corpses on the ground, men, women and children, all lives had been lost in the worst possible way. And the soldiers under his command indulged in their emotions to destroy everything they could see in the camp, as if this was the only way to alleviate their fears.

The sound of a watery cough made Conrad bow his head, and the first thing he saw was the sword in his hand, and the blood that was about to stain both hands red, Lilia Marie's slender body pressed to the ground by his knees, the sword passing beautifully through the middle of her chest, blood spilling from the wound and staining her dress red.

Lilia Marie didn't die immediately, there was no light in her loose eyes, and her mouth spurted blood mixed with a large number of bubbles as she breathed.

The moist and warm touch rested on his face, and the girl's slender fingers were covered with blood, and the residual heat that had not yet cooled down made Conrad's cheeks ache faintly, and he closed his eyes. It didn't take an eye to see that the light was gathering on the sides of his cheeks, just like the angels in the announcement destroying the city, and maybe soon his head would be blown to the ground as described.

However, the imaginary death did not come, and the hands that were clinging to his cheeks slowly slid to his chin, gently lifting his face.

Conrad opened her eyes and saw Lilia Marie with a smile on her lips and something to him, but neither the wound in her chest nor the blood in her throat prevented her from speaking.

Even so, Conrad understood what Lilia Marie wanted to say, and she let go of the power in her hand before the end of her life, and from that moment Conrad already understood.

What was the expression on Lilia Marie's face?sadness?hatred?or helplessness?Conrad did not dare to look, even if those eyes were long gone, he did not have the courage to look at them, thinking that he knew that he could see nothing but his own cowardice and sin.

It was as if he had been held in a lifeline, and Lilia Marie's gentle hands were more immobile than choking his throat, and Conrad kept the same position until the soldiers around him helped him up from the ground, and he found that Lilia Marie had long since lost her breath, her hands had long since fallen to the ground, and her eyes had been closed at some point.

Without being watched by Lilia Marie any longer, Conrad finally felt the stuffiness in his chest dissipate a little, and he looked up, the sunlight shining through the shade of the trees on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes, this was the first time he felt that the sun could be so dazzling.

A word from the adjutant came through his somewhat groggy head.

"What do we do next?"

The adjutant who said this completely lost his usual reliable composure, like an overly frightened child, with tears in his eyes, as if he realized what he had done, and that made people feel vulnerable. That's right, in the face of the 'angel soldiers', we didn't have a single wounded, and they were only one-sided slaughter from beginning to end, even if you are stupid, you should realize the problem.

Conrad took one look at the devastated camp and ordered the soldiers to be assembled, and looked at the red eyes of the soldiers, and in the end he didn't say anything, but ordered the bodies to be buried and prayed for the dead.

Prayer or something, going to heaven after death or something, it is obviously the stuff of the Holy See, but at this time it has become the only way to redeem those who have committed crimes.

I don't know if they sensed Conrad's fear, the soldiers collected all the corpses, but they didn't touch Lilia Marie.

When everything was arranged, Conrad dug into the ground with the sword in his hand, which was the sword he had given him when he was enthroned, and it was his honor, but this honor had now become a heavy shackle, and it hurt him every moment of his body, and only the way he could almost say practice could make him feel atonement, and the pain would be relieved.

The brittle blade was quickly crippled by the collision with the sand and gravel in the earth, and Conrad finally dug a pit that could hold one person.

Carefully picking up Lilia Marie's body and placing it in the dirt pit, the sun burned Conrad's face with burning pain, but the corners of his mouth showed a twisted smile, and even he didn't know what kind of mood he was in at the moment.

Until—

"What are you doing?"