There was silence inside the church. The high walls all around were broken and had countless cracks. The bare rock walls were like the withered remains of an old man, and were in danger of collapsing at any time. But Innia didn't care. She could stay in Bretonnia during the war.
Finding a complete Moorish church was considered lucky. She didn't care whether the church was gorgeous or not, she only cared about the god in her heart.
In the dim church, one torch was extinguished quietly, leaving only the other two torches still burning. Under the firelight, Innia's figure stretched. The girl prayed devoutly at the feet of the God of Death, from the bottom of her heart.
Praying, because she was far away from home and came here alone, originally to pursue her own beliefs and obey her inner voice. Yes, a few months ago, as a devout believer, she heard the whisper of Moore, the God of Death.
, asking her to go to the Northland to find the owner of the holy sword.
Also hearing the call, Innia went to the Moorish Temple without telling her family, stole the Raven Sword, which was regarded as a sacred object by all Lucians, and went to a foreign land to carry out the will of the God of Death.
She has experienced a lot, and will experience more.
A tough battle was waiting for her, waiting for the Bretonnians. In order to prevent the Bretonnian army from supporting the wood elves, the Necromancer Heinrich divided his forces into two groups and sent his most powerful general, Ju
Er, leading nearly half of the troops, stayed on the outskirts of the forest to block the steps of the Bretonnian coalition.
Innia knew that this would be the most difficult battle she had ever encountered since she embarked on her long journey. She was not interested in the Bretonnians, and she was even less interested in their king pulling out the holy sword. Innia
Ya only knew how terrifying the opponents these knight gentlemen were about to face.
Because Gul was not originally from this world, or in other words, he did not belong to this era. The real body of the powerful undead warrior was born more than two thousand years ago. As early as the establishment of the empire, he was the leader of the northern barbarians.
, the most powerful Chaos Warrior, ruling all barbaric tribes that worship the Blood God.
During his lifetime, this powerful Chaos Warrior caused indelible trauma to the Dwarf Kingdom and the Human Empire. After his death, he was resurrected by the strongest necromancer Nagash and became the most powerful undead warrior under his command. The powerful Gul
It was born to fight, and so does it after death. On the battlefield spanning the two realms of life and death, countless enemies were defeated, and countless imperial warriors died under the butcher knife of this undead warrior. The only person who defeated it was the son of the empire.
Sigma, whom the people worship as a god.
Innia didn't know how Gul was resurrected by Heinrich, but no matter what, this outrageously powerful undead warrior appeared again. It was enough to send it to stop the Bretonnians' advance.
It shows how much Heinrich attaches importance to this human army.
Facing this powerful enemy that she has never encountered before, Innia can only kneel down and pray. Praying can give her temporary peace and tranquility. At least, it can make her temporarily forget her worries and fears. She has never seen the face of Death God Moore.
However, the voice from deep inside her heart always made her feel calm. However, far away from her home, this voice became weaker and weaker. Sometimes, Innia could not even hear Moore's teachings.
She doubted whether what she heard every time was what she said to herself subconsciously, or was it really Moore's whisper?
The wind blew the ground, picked up dust and broken leaves, and shuttled between the broken walls and stone pillars. The door was pushed open, and what came forward was not the king of Bretonnia, nor a duke, lord, or other prominent figures.
It's Tarynham...a strange squire.
In these days, Innia has become familiar with Berto, and at the same time, she has become familiar with the little attendant beside Lord Berto. After many observations, Innia came to a conclusion-Berto is not a "normal" lord, and he
The squire beside him has an extraordinary relationship with him. Even the knights in the territory cannot be so close to their lord, but Talinnam has done it. They eat together, discuss things together, and
Training...Except for sleeping together...Berto brings his squire with him for almost everything. However, a squire is just a squire after all. He will never be able to become a knight or a lord, unless...forget it, no unless...
"Hello, can I come in?"
Outside the door, Talinnam asked cautiously, seeking the female knight's consent.
"certainly."
Innia stood up and answered.
Talinnam walked in cautiously. The caution was not because he was afraid of the environment here, but because he was worried that his intrusion would destroy the female knight's prayers. For Innia, Talinnam liked Innia from the bottom of his heart. This kind of like
, as if his life was full of color from now on. The appearance of Innia allowed him to find the second meaning of life. During his travels around the world with Berto, he also met many girls, but to be able to be like Innia,
It was the first time that my heart was filled with excitement when I first met.
"Are you here alone?"
Talinnam asked cautiously. It was actually a conversation, because he himself didn't know what to say. This was simply a visit with no purpose. Just to see the person he missed.
"Um."
Innia nodded and put her own holy object into its sheath.
Her face was pale and dull. It could be seen that her mental state was not very good.
"You seem a little tired? Did my visit disturb you?"
Talinnam asked politely. Having been with Bertolt for many years, he is very clear about these so-called aristocratic etiquette. He knows what to say to people of whatever status he sees.
"No, I was praying. Just after I finished praying, you came in."
Innia said, bundling up her long hair and tying it to the back of her head, trying to make herself look more capable and energetic as much as possible.
"I don't know much about your gods, but Lord Bertol and I met a lot of Moore's believers when we traveled in Tilea. They are just like you. Oh, no, it should be said that you are more pious and serious than them.
.They pray and pray in a clean and huge church, and you can pray to your gods in such a place, which is enough to show the firmness of your heart and the piety of your faith."
Talinnam said with a smile. This is not a boast, but a fact. After Talinam said, Innia was silent for a few minutes.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Talinnam didn't know if he had said something wrong. He stood there, looking at the pretty girl, not knowing how to continue the next topic. It seemed that he had talked himself to death.
…
After a few minutes, Innia continued to speak——
"I'm praying, letting Moore guide me and light my way forward. Just..."
She hesitated to speak, looked at the attendant in front of her, and sighed. He was kind-hearted, but he couldn't help her. Her mission was to obey Moore's will and find the man who held the sword. Talin couldn't help her.
Innia smiled bitterly and asked in her heart——
"My god, if you see my piety and know my distress and helplessness, please show up and guide me."
However, after a while, there was still no movement. There was only the crackling sound of burning torches.
She took a step forward and was about to leave the church, but suddenly she found a ray of moonlight passing through the small window and falling directly on the holy object. The raven sword reflected the silver light, shining right on Talinnam...
Talinnam was dazed by this weird light and could only use his hands to block it. However, the light passed through the gaps between his fingers and shone on his face.
"Is this true?"
"No, it's impossible... He's just a little-known attendant, it can't be him..."