At that moment, Lin En thought again of Kairils, the Winterhold Knight!
Noble birth, extraordinary talent, absurd combat power-and a face so damn handsome it looked like a meticulously crafted character model!
Trapped in a desperate situation, he had detonated his own weapon to protect his men and the refugees, even intending to sacrifice himself to carve a bloody path through!
That guy looked more like the protagonist than Lin En did!
"So everyone else is out there crossing swords, living through love and hatred, and piling on their own dramatic scenes..."
"Meanwhile, I, the actual male lead, spend the whole show sitting at home watching livestreams?"
"And whenever I do say something, I have to put on that inscrutable, emotionless deadpan?"
Lin En mentally slapped his thigh in frustration. "This distribution of screen time is seriously unfair! Why do I feel like I've turned into some old system grandpa whose only job is handing out quests and paychecks?"
Lin En spent a good while ranting in his consciousness space, venting his frustration at being the "mastermind behind the scenes" who could never step onto the stage himself and show off.
But after those playful complaints flashed through his mind...
The mockery and restlessness ebbed from his thoughts like a receding tide.
Deep within the eyes of the Divine Statue in the Church, the two still, ghostly blue flames flickered faintly.
Lin En slowly lowered his gaze.
Sivir, the young nun dressed in a dark gray Priest's Robe, was kneeling there in devout prayer.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her long lashes trembling faintly in the candlelight. Her lips moved as she silently recited every prayer to the Lord of Ashes.
Ever since the first day Lin En had crossed into this world, this slender girl had knelt here, day