Dawn...
Wei En looked toward the end of that band of Dawn's sacred light and saw Melbel standing in midair above Crimson Cathedral.
Beneath the triangular brim of his hat was still that half-mask with mysterious patterns, his tall, slender figure holy and natural, the black cloak behind him fluttering in the wind like wings.
The cross sword in his hand pointed toward them from afar. "Claire..."
Like a whisper right beside his ear, his voice carried clearly all the way over.
Wei En's expression shifted slightly. It seemed Melbel was even stronger than he had imagined.
He remembered the last time in the cathedral, it had also been this "divine" light, but that place had been an enclosed space, after all, and he had only felt that it was dazzling and brilliant.
But now, looking at it again, the same attack had formed a blinding band of light, crossing several kilometers to kill those puppet bodies...
"Melbel," Claire's figure appeared on the rooftop beside him. She looked toward Crimson Cathedral and gritted her teeth.
"You damned bastard. It's you again. You chased me nonstop in Kland, and now you've even chased me all the way to Kaster."
Her voice no longer held its earlier composure. Her tone was filled with surprise and fury.
"Up there!"
Lacy glanced up. "Wei En, stay here and don't move."
As she spoke, she gripped the handle of her two-handed axe, bent her knees slightly, then sprang up and shot out, landing in an instant on the rooftop opposite Claire.
Wei En said, "Mm."
Not move. I definitely won't move.
Every single one of them was this strong. Only an idiot would force his way up there.
That was what he thought, but his hands did not stop. Holding onto the idea that even