The slowly forming words were like swords stabbing into Leonard Mitchell's heart one by one!
The muscles beneath his full suit of armor tensed, beads of cold sweat the size of soybeans forming on his face. His eyes widened as he stared through the narrow slit in his visor at the Sealed Artifact named Arrodes.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind: how to conceal it with Lies, how to defend himself, even how to use "1-42" on him to eliminate everyone around him before fleeing for his life.
Of course, even he despised himself for that last thought.
Suddenly, Leonard's armored left hand trembled slightly.
That line of crimson text continued extending to the right, taking on a hint of green that no one noticed.
"...Do you have any unforgettable memories?"
"Yes. They are the beautiful memories I shared with my fallen teammates."
He answered in an even tone, as though the cold sweat on his body and the exhaustion after his muscles had tensed and relaxed were all illusions.
Hearing his answer, many of the surrounding Nighthawks showed traces of grief. As one of the Church of Evernight's few major personnel losses in the past three years, the tragedy of the evil god's descent in Tingen City had spread throughout the Nighthawks. They all held complicated feelings toward the sole survivor.
Seeing that the silver mirror Arrodes showed no further reaction, the Machinery Hivemind members watching nearby all sighed in relief. They began analyzing the scene they had just seen and swiftly identified the villa's location from its surroundings: Cherwood Borough, not far away, beside Saint Wind Cathedral.
This also matched the enemy's operation of attacking the Mandated Punishers and luring away the Spellsinger of God.
"Move quickly. That Desire Apostle hasn't escaped far yet. '1-42'