Banished Knight

Edgar's halberd smashed the Confessor to the ground. His cloak was shredded by the storm, and the armor on his back was instantly covered in scratches.

Unfortunately, that hurried strike had not unleashed Edgar's full strength. Otherwise, the halberd should have pinned the Confessor directly to the ground.

Edgar leaped down from the wall. The Misbegotten corpses cushioned his fall, allowing him to land steadily in front of Lucian.

The Confessor also climbed back to his feet and retreated several steps to put some distance between them.

Edgar picked up his halberd. He had heard what the Confessor said just now, and the blind girl he mentioned must have been Irina.

Without turning around, Edgar stared at the Confessor across from him and asked,

"Irina... is she all right?"

Lucian knew he was asking him.

"Irina is outside the city. She won't be in danger for the time being."

"The one in front of you and his companions infiltrated Castle Morne and started the rebellion. One of their targets was Irina."

Edgar nodded. He had long suspected there was more behind the rebellion in the city. Otherwise, those Misbegotten would not have risen up so collectively and in such an organized manner.

He just had not expected Irina to be one of their targets.

Now that the mastermind had appeared before him, there was no need to say what had to be done.

Edgar gripped the Sacred Seal in his left hand. Golden radiance gathered around him, and faint ripples spread across the ground.

Seeing this, the Confessor knew Edgar was about to cast an incantation. He pulled out a black crossbow and fired at Edgar.

But Edgar had already been on guard. With a single strike, he knocked the Ballista Bolt away.

As the incantation took effect, Lucian's wounds stopped bleeding, and new flesh slowly began to grow.

But that was all, because it was only a basic healing incantation.

Incantation—Heal.

After healing Lucian, Edgar gripped his halberd with both hands and charged fiercely at the Confessor.

The Confessor spun his Twinblade, first using one end to deflect the halberd and bleed off part of its force. He then immediately spun it in the opposite direction, using the other end to brace against the halberd's axe blade.

Just as he felt that this lord of the castle was nothing special, a storm erupted from the halberd, instantly slicing countless fine wounds across his face.

The Confessor hurriedly shut his eyes and retreated, afraid of injuring them.

Edgar swung his halberd in place, summoning a storm.

The halberd spun along the storm's flow, accelerating continuously before sweeping savagely toward the Confessor.

The Confessor had just opened his eyes when the halberd was already right before him. In his panic, he could only raise the Twinblade at his side and try to block the blow.

But the strike was overwhelmingly powerful, instantly blasting the Confessor away along with his sword.

The Confessor crashed into the wall and spat out blood. His hands trembled uncontrollably, nearly unable to hold his weapon, while the iron Twinblade had been bent in the middle.

The Confessor was already drenched in sweat. Unlike the other Confessor who had come with him,

that one was an Assassin skilled in assassination incantations, while he was a warrior who fought head-on and used a crossbow to harass and ambush his foes.

Yet this unremarkable lord of the castle had suppressed him so thoroughly that he could not fight back at all.

Edgar's assault had not ended. He leaped high into the air, the storm swirling around him and carrying him swiftly toward the Confessor. He thrust his halberd at him.

The Confessor rolled away miserably. The halberd's spear point plunged deep into the ground, smashing out a huge crater.

At the moment it struck the ground, the storm erupted from the halberd once more, interrupting the Confessor's roll and blowing him aside.

Edgar pulled out the halberd and turned with the motion, driving it around. As the halberd tore free from the ground, it carved a massive arc through the air and came crashing down.

The Confessor lay flat on his back, gripping the Twinblade with both hands and using its handle to block Edgar's chop.

The Twinblade snapped with a crack. The axe blade struck the Confessor's shoulder and severed his left arm at the root.

"Aah—!"

Blood gushed out. The Confessor had lost all will to fight. At such close range, he finally recognized the lord of the castle's equipment.

Though he wore no helmet and the dragon horns on his shoulders had vanished, that cold silver armor was unmistakably Banished Knight Armor!

No wonder. Banished Knights were among the strongest of all knights.

Edgar swung his halberd again, intending to cut off the Confessor's other arm. He did not plan to kill him yet; he wanted to make him explain what they were really after.

But at that moment, a handful of powder was scattered before Edgar, instantly obscuring his vision.

Just as the Confessor was about to die, his final companion appeared.

The Confessor took the chance to escape. He pulled out a Flask of Crimson Tears and drank it. It was a Tear bestowed by the Two Fingers, and their entire group had only one bottle.

To Lucian's surprise, beneath the last man's black robe was a heavy yellow apron embroidered with Erdtree patterns.

It was proof of the secret arts of the Perfumer of the Shaded Castle.

That final human was actually a Perfumer.

"Perfumer..."

Edgar lowered the arm he had raised in front of his face. Aside from blocking his vision, the powder did not seem to have any other effect.

"Hah, what are you standing around for? Why didn't you bring that guy over too!?"

Seeing the Perfumer arrive, the Confessor grew bold again.

The Perfumer gave the Confessor a cold look.

"You used the liberation of the Misbegotten as an excuse to deceive Singh and me into coming here, but it was all for this inhuman slaughter."

"We have no reason to obey your orders anymore. Saving you just now was our last act of mercy."

After thinking for a moment, Lucian suddenly recalled a special Spirit Ashes from the game: Perfumer Tricia.

She was a Perfumer devoted to treating afflicted beings such as Misbegotten and Omens.

It seemed that the Perfumer before them belonged to the same school. Singh was likely the name of the Leonine Misbegotten.

The enormous Leonine Misbegotten also jumped down from the high wall.

His iron Greatsword was planted in the ground as he stood beside the Perfumer.

Edgar was somewhat confused, but it seemed these two groups were no longer allies?

Yet the Leonine Misbegotten still put considerable pressure on him. Although he had set down his sword, he remained extremely dangerous. It was a warrior's instinct.

Facing Edgar, however, the Perfumer dropped directly to his knees and began to repent.

"I am Evan, a Perfumer. I once studied under Master Tricia and inherited her will, hoping to free the Misbegotten from oppression. During my travels, I met Singh, who shared the same ideals."

"This man told us that countless Misbegotten in Castle Morne were being slaughtered and tortured, waiting for us to save them."

"We originally intended to lead them out and help them escape, but after gaining their freedom, those hundreds of Misbegotten completely ignored our command and began killing indiscriminately."

"Faced with so many Misbegotten, the two of us could not stop them. They even nearly killed us."

"We caused this disaster. I know saying this now is useless, but at least let me treat the remaining residents."

After saying that, he lowered his head deeply.

"If you feel I cannot be forgiven, you may cut off my head now. I will have no complaints."

Singh, the Leonine Misbegotten, also lowered his head and extended it before Edgar.

But behind them, the seemingly helpless Confessor quietly pulled out a Branch flickering with strange light.

Heh, the Two Fingers' command must be carried out.

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