A few seconds later, Riezel withdrew the finger pressed against Arad's forehead.
"Just as I thought."
Having read Arad's memories, Riezel wore an unsurprised expression as Merlot, who had returned after sheathing her sword, and Naisha, standing with staff in hand, approached him.
"How was it, sir?"
"Was he behind this?"
Merlot and Naisha asked in succession.
"It was him." Riezel replied calmly, "He had long been cooperating with those Abyss Believers from the Dark Relief Society. Both the inn prepared for us and the Principality of Libian's army arriving so late were things he arranged behind the scenes."
Merlot's face immediately twisted with hatred.
"So it really was him. I thought the Dark Relief Society's attack had gone far too smoothly."
Merlot truly wished she could cut off Arad's head with a single stroke.
If not for him, they would not have suffered such humiliation.
If not for her lord's extraordinary abilities, they might have committed an unforgivable mistake, one that could never be remedied no matter what they did.
"Damn him!"
Merlot had said exactly what Naisha had wanted to say.
Whether it was Riezel, the savior, or Sacred Sword Malfa, both were beings the Holy Sword Church had to protect.
Yet because of Arad, this traitor within their ranks, she had nearly failed in her duty.
Had that really happened, how could she ever show her face in the Holy Sword Church again? How could she face the successive popes of the Holy Sword Church?
"Now that we have confirmed that this man assisted the Abyss Believers, can we execute him on the spot?"
Naisha looked at Arad with open hostility.
"..."
Faced with the murderous Merlot and Naisha, Arad no longer reacted as wildly as before. He simply knelt there blankly, looking as though his soul