Even though three years had passed, the moment Han Shuo's voice rang out, Paladin Blount knew who had been standing with his back to him before Han Shuo had even finished turning around.
That humiliating defeat had left far too deep an impression on him. To Blount, that battle had been the most shameful and unforgettable of his life. Throughout the three years he had spent recovering from his injuries, Han Shuo had never left his thoughts. Now that Han Shuo stood before him, Blount, who remained composed even when brutally slaughtering heretics, instantly paled.
"It's you!" he cried softly, his voice steeped in bitter hatred. The next instant, Blount had his gleaming Golden Spear clenched tightly in his palm. Veins bulged on the right hand gripping its shaft, and his fingers tightened more and more, as though he meant to snap it. The depth of his hatred was easy to imagine.
Han Shuo nodded, a vicious grin on his face. "It's me. Long time no see!"
"Lord Blount, who is this brat?" The talkative mage was puzzled. He could not understand how Paladin Blount, who held such an exalted position in the Church of Light, could know such an obviously wet-behind-the-ears youngster.
"You... you know each other?" Elizabeth, lying limp and completely immobilized at Han Shuo's feet, gave the murderous Han Shuo a strange look, equally bewildered.
"Heh heh, of course!" Han Shuo gave an odd laugh. Without looking back, he slapped Elizabeth on the shoulder, and the power concealed within her body that had immobilized her suddenly vanished without a trace.
"Your God-Graced Body can absorb their divine power. Heh heh, that's very interesting. You're in luck today. You might get to absorb all the divine power in a paladin's body. Elizabeth, make sure you seize this opportunity!"