Chapter 537

Chapter 537 Post-Battle Summary

In the village outside Merlin Town.

The ‘Red Cloak’ pulled his thrusting sword out of an enemy’s body, drawing a thick stream of blood.

Among the group of people wearing light gray long robes, only four were at Sequence 6, with the rest being at most Sequence 5.

Lohil was treating the injured ‘Black Bull’ at the rear, while ‘The Makeup Artist’ weakly leaned against a tree trunk, her body still trembling slightly, as if she had not yet escaped the shadow of death.

Experiences on the brink of death sometimes do not make one fearless but instead make them more fearful of death, because that is the end of everything. You will never wake up again, never see this beautiful world again.

‘Red Cloak’ returned, tossing aside a weak enemy he had caught. With a wave of his right hand, several red glimmers flashed, and blood blossoms bloomed on the enemy’s body before they fell to the ground in agonizing moans. Unfortunately, their limbs were damaged, rendering them unable to struggle anymore.

“How is the situation?” He looked at Lohil, who was treating ‘Black Bull,’ his expression and tone much softer than before.

“Further treatment is needed to prevent any aftereffects.”

Lolan Hill wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood up.

“This time, I really owe you,” he paused for a few seconds, seemingly thinking about how to thank the young lady.

“Do you want anything?” Contrary to his appearance, this handsome man seemed not very good at flattering girls.

“Haha, owww—” ‘The Makeup Artist’ laughed a few times, then winced as the newly healed wound pulled, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Hmm.”

‘Red Cloak’ sneered at the wounded woman, dismissing her previous foolish actions, but he was too tired to provoke her further.

He walked back to the slope, checking the corpses one by one, looking for any valuable clues or items.

‘Black Bull’ stood up from the ground, taking a few steps to test his legs, looking somewhat incredulous, then examined his hands and arms.

“‘Puppet Master’ is a candidate for the Saintess of the Water Bottle Palace? She is so proficient in healing?”

The reason he did not call her a Saintess was that the girl was not old enough and lacked Sequence 7 strength.

“This is true, I did spend some time in the Water Bottle Palace, but I am not a candidate for Saintess.”

Although what she said was true, the two people beside her thought she was just being modest. A mere Angel Sequence 5 could have such extraordinary healing abilities, which was not something ordinary people could achieve. It was possible that this young lady was the next successor of the Water Bottle Palace, predestined to be the candidate for the Scepter Priest.

Considering that the current ruler of the Water Bottle Palace, Bynes, was a strong contender for the papacy, perhaps this young lady would become a significant figure within the church in the future.

Although the church did not value bloodline inheritance like secular nations, the master-student, senior-junior relationships were very solid. For Bynes, who came from the Water Bottle Palace, it was only natural to gain support from members of the palace’s subordinate institutions.

After resting for a while, Lolan Hill stood up, turned around, and noticed the Gothic doll sitting on a branch. She extended her arm. Yixue jumped down from the branch and stood on Lolan Hill’s palm, then let the young lady hold her again.

Looking at the exquisite ice-blue-haired doll, ‘The Makeup Artist’ gasped for breath and asked.

“So you are from different sequences.”

“Mm-hm.” The young lady nodded; there was no point in hiding it anymore.

“I see. But there’s no need to explain. Members of the Judgment Bureau each have their secrets. One doesn’t need to reveal everything, cough cough.” ‘The Makeup Artist’ seemed to aggravate the wound inside her body and coughed a few times.

Lolan Hill looked at this stubborn woman and shook her head slightly, then approached and treated her again, hoping to help her recover faster.

‘Black Bull’ found a rope and tied up the only surviving enemy, then sat down to rest. At this moment, ‘Red Cloak’ returned.

He glanced at the sole living prisoner and then shifted his gaze to Lolan Hill.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you again. I need to question the souls of those who just died. I’m worried their soul fragments might dissipate soon.”

Although he knew the source of the girl’s necromancer sequence power was from the doll, he still said this to Lohil because the order couldn’t be reversed. After all, the doll was brought by the girl.

“Mm, I understand.”

Though disturbing the dead’s peace was not ideal, the current emergency left no choice. Additionally, she was curious about where these people came from and how they had the kind of secret art similar to Othuna’s Ejika technique.

Just like when she questioned Jina, she had Yixue summon the souls of the deceased again.

Not everyone who died could become a ghost; it required luck. Most of the time, souls would shatter and slowly dissipate in the world.

The gathered soul fragments of these people appeared somewhat bewildered, but they looked at Lohil with extreme confusion and shock.

[Divine Messenger. Beyond Mortals.]

Strange titles emerged from their mouths, but when asked to explain, they could not clarify the specific meanings, as if these were complex words that their chaotic thoughts could not sort out.

Finally, Lolan Hill began questioning them about how they acquired the secret art and which organization they belonged to.

After a long time, the soul fragments dissipated.

“Any discoveries?” ‘Red Cloak’s voice echoed from behind.

“They were able to suddenly improve because they joined a certain organization, and the upper echelons of that organization imparted this secret art to them.”

“And… the most important point is, they believe themselves to be the true followers of the deities, while the angels currently revered by the church are false traitors.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Lolan Hill decided to reveal the information obtained earlier. Such situations were beyond her understanding and resolution.

“People say this every year. Various cults put on a facade of righteousness and brainwash their lower ranks, claiming they are the orthodox ones,” ‘Red Cloak’ dismissed it with a scoff.

“Don’t be fooled by such tricks, ‘Puppet Master.’ Do not easily trust every word of the enemy. Perhaps even they themselves do not realize they are deceiving and doing evil.”

“Real villains believe they are doing good and correct things. This is what makes them feel justified and without guilt. This is what truly needs to be alarming.”

“You are too kind-hearted, perhaps hard to believe, but this is how the world is.” ‘Red Cloak’ worried that this new member might develop sympathy for these enemies and suffer in subsequent actions, thus warning her.

“Alright, alright, Red Cloak, spare me the lecture. Speaking like that is too disrespectful. I believe ‘Puppet Master’ is a kind and smart child with her own thoughts and won’t be easily deceived.”

After resting for a while, ‘The Makeup Artist’ slowly walked over, circled her arms around Lolan Hill, and whispered in her ear.

“Thank you.”

(End of Chapter)