And now, whether villagers or knights, they are all stained with blood.
"She really is a naive child..."
Teresa, she has always been waiting for her knight.
In the end, perhaps she awaited him, or perhaps not.
Herbert put away the blood-stained picture book and placed it in the shadow beneath his feet.
Then, Herbert, who had been trying to keep a straight face, couldn’t hold back and cursed under his breath.
"Damn foolish Evil God!"
["Eh? Are you talking about ?"]
"Tch! Stop fooling around."
["Ah~ Hahaha~"]
Herbert rolled his eyes, ignoring the bored Harmonious God looking for a scolding, muttering as he withdrew the blade from Teresa’s chest.
The sword was withdrawn, and the supported girl toppled forward into Herbert’s arms.
In that posture, she looked as if she was peacefully sleeping in his embrace.
Embracing the gradually cooling body, Herbert’s eyes couldn’t help but squint.
Behind him, Quinna’s weak and hoarse voice arose.
"...Sir, may I take her?"
Blood seeped from her fist and her mouth was bitten open, her whole body exuding a defeated aura.
She did not bla Herbert’s ruthless approach, as a mber of the Monastery, she had neither the standing nor the corresponding strength.
Quinna could only kneel before Herbert, bowing her head, pleading humbly:
"I know the rules of the Monastery, we must give fire burial to heretical bodies, but she saved , I want to bury her... May I?"
Herbert held Teresa and stood up, turning to look at Quinna, speaking lightly, "Give you the body? No."
His mouth curled up unnaturally, saying casually, "The person hasn’t completely died, where is a body for you?"
Quinna had raised her head after the first sentence, imploring, "Sir! She is dead! Why can’t I even have the body... Eh?"
She blinked, sowhat dazed, at Herbert’s increasingly relaxed expression.
"You... No! What did you just say?"
This, what does this an?
"Didn’t hear? If you didn’t hear, forget it, you can just watch in a while."
Herbert, holding the girl, slung the snake tail over his shoulder, heading toward the already dilapidated Bell Tower.
As he walked, he muttered, "That stupid Evil God thought the outco was decided, left thinking he had won."
"He thought he had a major victory and surely felt great, might even hum involuntarily..."
"But who says that a shattered body and no soul equals definite death?"
Quinna: ???
Wouldn’t this die?
After the gaze of Sinful Desire withdrew, Herbert no longer had to feign grief and anger.
"Nenasha, is the soul intact?"
Miss Harmonious God answered easily and smugly: ["Of course~ Don’t underestimate !"]
["Hmph hmph~ Her soul was unhard and absorbed by !"]
"Good, credit to you!"
Why did Herbert have to do it himself?
Why did he have to kill Teresa with his own hands?
Is his heart really so cold?
No.
Because if it wasn’t him doing it, then Teresa would really be dead!
Only by his hand could Nenasha seize Teresa’s soul in ti.
Only through Herbert’s full-throttle performance could he deceive the cunning and skeptical Evil God!
No one else could do it.
Sinful Desire would notice sothing, and the whole plan would completely fall apart.
That wouldn’t do.
As for the harm to the body...
Herbert turned his head, smiling and nodding lightly at the relieved Svanni, inquiring: "Svanni, can you heal these injuries? Is it possible?"
Not serious injuries.
Just a heart shredded by a blade, body magic circuits destroyed by Holy Power, several fractures all over.
Hmm, such injuries, to a master who manipulates flesh and blood, are rely minor.
Svanni, seeing Herbert’s relaxed deanor, also nodded with ease, whispered: "I’ll do my best."
Although she had vaguely guessed before, she finally settled her mind when it was confird.
Herbert was still the arrogant yet softhearted youth she knew.
"Not do your best, you must succeed."
Herbert corrected, having no doubt she’d succeed, chuckling: "I don’t like stories ending in tragedy, hate it the most."
What nonsense about tragedy being profound, broken being best, literature about pants being most real...
All of it’s bullcrap!
What kind of idiots like such shit developnt!!?
Screw tragedy!!!
Svanni laughed, casting her gaze over the traces where Stella once was, withdrawing her look.
"Sure, don’t worry, I will definitely succeed."
Our story ended in tragedy, but what with him... definitely won’t end in tragedy.
Herbert nodded, turning to look at the odd expression and sniffing Vampire lady.
"Eliza."
"Cough cough... Hmm?"
Eliza sniffed, coughed once, pretending nothing happened as she looked at Herbert.
Though she said she didn’t care, would have no qualms to help Herbert,
Yet actually witnessing that sweet young girl survive moved her deeply.
On not wishing to beco a monster, Eliza also had a similar insistence.
Herbert didn’t tease her, but assigned her a task.
"Lock down the city, do not let anyone leave until I return, can you do it?"
Busy reviving Teresa, he had no ti to manage others, but couldn’t allow them to leave.
These people owe him their lives, surviving only by him; thinking they can just disappear... that’s unacceptable, right?
Eliza raised an eyebrow, licking her lips eagerly, and asked: "Just blocking them?"
"Yes, no one leaves."
The Vampire lady beca increasingly excited, took a deep breath, her eyes more scarlet: "So, if anyone resists? May I intervene?"
Herbert gave her a peculiar look, puzzled: "Do I need to teach you? Of course intervene!"
"Haha! No problem!" Eliza leapt up, spreading massive bat wings and flying into the sky.
Once high above, she grabbed with her right hand, unfolding a Blood Umbrella shaped from blood, floating over the city.
Overlooking from above, observing those survivors’ movents.
Who wants to leave?
Step up quickly!
I want to fight you thoroughly!
Eliza had been frustrated for a while.
The battles against the Giant Dragon and Necromancer felt unfulfilling, only playing support.
Against Stella, she just coasted, watching Herbert and Svanni’s show.
Facing the Evil God’s form was even worse, restricted by allies and burnt by the light...
Now finally finding a chance to vent.
Let’s battle!
Though this ti, Eliza might again be disappointed.
Having witnessed Herbert’s terrifying battle with the Evil God, and his brutal treatnt of allies (specifically stabbing Teresa)... these people dared not act recklessly.
Unaware of the underlying facts, not knowing Herbert’s real power, nor realizing Teresa’s survival.
To these witnesses, their perspective of the story was entirely another version.
The Evil God’s Favorer plotted a sche, attempting to sacrifice everyone, then was instantly defeated.
The Evil God’s form descended, the sun fell, then was also instantly defeated.
In their view now, Herbert’s image is almost like that of a rciless Paladin, an embodint of justice.
Even a child tainted by the Evil God was not spared!
How could he be lenient with them?
Cowed, better behave and wait...
And their compliance frustrated Eliza.
"Where are you people!?"
Floating high, shouting loudly: "Co out!"
"Don’t hide and stay silent, co out for aaaaaa!"
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