The Melancholy of the Holy Maiden

Bedwell walked in this authentic corridor.

The air is a little humid, but there is no moss, and the surrounding murals are also well preserved.It's just that the appearance of this mural, no matter how you look at it, was painted recently, and the colors are very bright.

Can't you see that a necromancer will have such a good interest?

She clenched the spear in her hand, and her steps were lighter.

I don't know if it is her illusion, she has been to this place.

Thousands of years ago, itenna was established thanks to the advice of the great sage, and there was an intricate drainage system under La Puyad.This tunnel was located in the house that Bedivere was looking for, and the moisture in the air probably came from this.It's just that Bedwell didn't hear any sound of running water, and the walls here are a certain thickness away from the drainage pipes.

No, maybe her guess was wrong and it wasn't underground?

She exhaled slowly, and her walking stopped.

It's getting more and more familiar.Whether it is a mural or the surrounding environment.She had seen it in a dream before, and it was clearly... no, it was nothing special.Bedwell raised her eyes and glanced coldly around.She shouldn't stay in this place for too long, the Holy Maiden should be in a hurry.

In fact, even after being taught by the great sage for many years, she is not used to solving problems with her brain, but prefers to use force - in many cases, hitting directly can gain more time.

However, this place where the exit has not been seen for a long time is indeed anxious.She didn't even know if the lich was hiding somewhere in the corridor.Who knew that after entering that mansion, he would come to such a place?She has been walking in the corridor for almost two hours!

Maybe she should try to find a "shortcut".

Bedwell quickly found the incongruity. She stared at the mural in front of her with a very focused expression.

Half a minute later, Bedwell withdrew her finger on the mural and began to observe the environment in front of her.

There were thirteen missing civilian girls, one of whom was the dead Aya. In this small room, the twelve missing civilian girls were chained around their ankles by thick chains. Black mist.

The sudden appearance of Bedwell frightened these girls quite a bit. At this moment, many of them were looking at her vigilantly, some were in a coma, and some shivered and huddled together.

Most of them knew each other, and they were all terrified in the past few days, but fortunately, there were people they knew together, so they could restrain their panic.

There are two possibilities for the current situation. One is that this is the old lair of the Lich, and the Lich has gone out and will not return for the time being.Given the table in this large room and the material piled on it, it's a possibility.Anyway, liches don't need a bed to rest, and a laboratory is enough for them to live forever.

The other one is that the magic circle she activated was wrong. This is just a room where the girls are imprisoned. The lair of the Lich is not here. The breath of the undead that lured her here is because of the black mist on these chains.

"Do you know why you were caught here?" Bedwell asked, "...I am, um, sent by the temple to rescue you. I just want to understand the situation, don't be nervous, and you will be here soon I can get out of here."

However, it looked like she'd have to deal with the undead before she could deal with their affairs.

"I don't know." A girl with short blond hair replied, she had a pair of warm vermilion eyes, she was dressed in a wide cloak, and she was dressed like a handsome boy.

She leaned against the corner alone, some distance away from the other girls.The other girls looked at her more distantly.

She said calmly: "But we know that the guy who captured us is the same one. Maybe he wants to do some experiments with us. He will come back here every ten hours to bring us water and food. Every time he stops Time for an hour, but nothing will be done."

Bedwell couldn't help but glanced a few more times. This girl didn't look like a Lapuyard, or even Itanna.But the commoner girls who were captured by the unknown Necromancers here were all locals who had registered in Lapuarde. I had never heard of any outsiders being arrested.

As if seeing Bedwell's doubts, she explained: "I'm a commoner from the icy country of Kodes. I've just gone through the admission procedures at the Imperial Royal Academy of Eterna, and I want to come to the commoner area first. I bought something and was arrested."

Bedwell didn't speak.

"The guy who caught us is a lich, judging from his strength, he should be a king-level lich." The girl dressed as a boy sat there, looked up at Bedwell, "God's favored one, we I can trust you. Can you beat him?"

"who are you?"

The tip of the long-spear was in the opponent's throat, and it could pierce through the opponent's throat with just a slight push forward. Bedwell's tone was very cold.

Ordinary civilians should not know this, and it is even more impossible to see the level of the undead, and directly reveal her identity as a divinely favored person—even if the other party says that she has enrolled in the Royal Academy.What's more, in this face-to-face situation, Bedwell didn't feel any threat from the other party.

There is no magic, no trace of the gods, no power fluctuations, maybe she has hidden weapons, but Bedwell can't feel it.

This is incredible for Miss Knight who can quickly learn any weapon and can almost detect the existence of any weapon.

There is only one possibility that can cause this, this girl is stronger than her, enough to block her perception.

"Speak up if you have something to say." The girl leaned back slightly, missing Bedwell's spear, and stood up.

The iron chain wrapped in black mist that was supposed to lock her shattered to the ground.This bondage is useless to her at all.

Bedwell's pupils shrank.

After the opponent stood up, the angle of the wall and the shape of the weapon concealed by the wide cloak were faintly revealed. Is it a sword carried on the back?

"We can cooperate to solve the king-level lich, I think that will be more convenient."

"Sword knight? Bedwell, gun knight."

"Hmm." The cloaked girl frowned a bit, "No, I should... just be a warrior? You can call me Greya."

"Why?" Since this chain can't trap the other party, it would be very difficult to be caught.Even if caught, he must be able to escape from the hands of the Lich.

"It's not good to run away alone. But when you come, I'm much more confident-I need 3 minutes to untie all the people here, and he should find out when the first chain is broken. gone."

"Yeah. I block it, you take it."

After a brief conversation, the two girls seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.Greya pulled out the weapon she had been carrying on her back. It was a sword—a sword that was wrapped tightly with bandages, so that it couldn't see its original shape.

The surrounding temperature dropped in an instant.

Bedwell clearly saw that the chains on the girls' feet were beginning to be covered with frost.After the first chain and the black mist on it were completely condensed and shattered, Miss Knight suddenly looked at the door, and the spears of thunder and flame stabbed at each other.

The spear pierced through the black mist, revealing the opponent's face.The moment she saw the other person's face, Bedwell's breath was unstable for a moment, and then her aura reached the highest point.

This guy, this guy...!

It was the culprit who hurt or even killed Lucini in the dream!

Although she didn't know how the other party killed Lucini, there was absolutely nothing wrong with him doing good things.

The divine pattern immediately climbed onto Bedwell's cheeks.After all, there were still a group of civilians behind, and she was already very restrained.

As for the lich who suffered such an attack—the king-level lich in Greya's mouth, he raised his eyebrows suspiciously when he deployed his shield to block Bedwell's first attack in an instant.Behind the red-haired girl, Greya who unchained the commoner girls, he just glanced at her and ignored her.

"Why did you hit me?"

His voice was not very unfamiliar to Bedwell. When tracking Harriet, it was this male voice that stopped Aya and said that Harriet could not die.

Miss Knight licked her lips, but did not answer his question.

In addition, this voice also allowed her to confirm the guy in the dream, either this guy or something related to this guy.

For 3 minutes, Bedwell needs to block this guy for at least 3 minutes.She didn't believe that Gloria was just a trick to untie the girls and not take them away.

Of course, Miss Knight is more inclined to directly kill this Necromancer.

Because of that dream—just because of that dream.

Bedwell doesn't dream easily, and she believes that once she dreams, these dreams must want to tell her something.

——she didn't want to let any dream come true.

Under Bedwell's deliberate probing attack, the black mist that covered her figure has been pierced, revealing the entire appearance of this lich, except for the face that is too white, and the eye sockets that are too deep and too dark, it can even be called a sentence handsome man.

And when he was attacked by Bedwell, he didn't have any intention of fighting back.It was precisely because of this that Bedwell didn't take the opportunity to kill—this lich was a bit strange.

"Don't hit, don't hit, the soup I brought is about to spill."

Finally, he couldn't help but shout out.To be honest, Bedwell's temptation was a real one. In order to delay the time, she didn't even use [-]% of her strength. To this lich, it should be a trivial matter.

Under the Lich's words, Miss Knight really stopped.

Although it was said that they wanted to kill each other, the dead men seemed to be caused by Aya, and the missing girls were not abused except for their freedom being restricted.

She can't really convict the other party just because of a dream.

After all, the necromancers are different from the demons, and no one can guarantee whether the necromancers were relatives of someone before they were alive.

The Lich hurriedly checked the basket he was carrying. When he opened the magic shield but still couldn't hold back the shaking, a lot of soup dripped from the basket onto the ground, forming a water stain. up.

He groaned, looking very sorry.

"It's a pity, these soups are really heavy, I finally brought them here without spilling a drop."

The image of the lich tilting her head, her eyes staring at the dripping soup from the basket at eye level, was a bit ridiculous to be honest.

But Bedwell didn't dare to relax with the cross-eyed lich.

The Lich regretted for a while, and looked up at Bedwell, quite aggrieved: "You have to pay me."

Seeing that Bedwell didn't speak, he mistakenly thought that the other party didn't understand what he said, and continued: "The soup I want to give everyone is spilled because of you, you have to bring me another one."

Bedwell: "..." Did she recognize the Lich by mistake?

Finally, Greya untied all the chains with the help of her own weapon.She greeted the commoner girls to enter the corner where she was sitting, and a secret door appeared there at some point.When the Lich pestered Bedwell about the soup, he had almost left.

"Why are you running? Am I treating you badly?" The lich, who was half a beat behind, looked over Bedwell in confusion and looked at Greya who was blocking the secret door, and suddenly became elated again. "It's okay, you will stay with me, right!"

Greya kicked the secret door secretly, with a very calm face: "No, I'm leaving too."

"Then what about you?" The lich's pitiful eyes immediately looked at Bedwell.

Bedwell: "..." Is there something wrong with this lich's brain?Could it be that in the dream her lady saint was accidentally tricked to death by this idiot?

The author has something to say: The last one in the supporting role column finally went online to brush his face TvT

Ahh what a pain in the ass internships and dissertations