"So many..."
Ed was dumbfounded.
"But this human warrior could never do that."
Seraphina said with certainty.
"A warrior? Isn't he a knight?"
Ed was somewhat puzzled by Seraphina's choice of words.
Dragon Girl looked at Ed:
"Weren't warriors, mages, and priests the way you humans divided your power structure before the Demonic Tide?"
Oh, you're talking about the warrior-mage-priest trinity? I'm familiar with that.
Ed nodded:
"So what?"
"The way he wielded his spear just now, capable of Killing Intent Release, is something only humans before the Demonic Tide could do."
Upon hearing this, Ed briefly recounted his conversation with Xilǐ'er before Seraphina's arrival, along with his own deductions.
Seraphina fell into thought:
"Your conjecture isn't entirely unfounded, but many things still don't make sense... His form of existence, the blessings he once received, and why the Demonic Tide didn't affect him and allowed him to still use his past abilities—these are all things that remain unclear."
I think you need to think about it quickly.
Ed suddenly said.
"What?"
Ed pointed to his side:
"His resurrection countdown is almost over."
"Easy, kill them one more time..."
"Hey, Sister Long, calm down."
Ed was now genuinely worried about the castle. If Seraphina continued to raise the temperature and breathe fire so recklessly, the castle's lifespan would be significantly shortened.
He quickly pulled out a brand new robe from the Tree Worship Church Cult (also belonging to Duolin Shun) and put it on Seraphina, mainly to cover her dragon horns. After all, humans with golden eyes are not uncommon, but humans with horns are quite unusual.
However, the hood, made of an unknown material, began to burn the moment it touched Seraphina's horns, causing Ed to perceive the two beautiful, fiery dragon horns as something like a cigarette lighter.
Xilǐ'er had now fully revived. He was riding a warhorse, holding a lance, and his carefully maintained armor was free of any scratches.
The knight had barely opened his eyes when he witnessed a scene that shattered his worldview.
A humanoid monster with only one eye and a tree growing from its head is communicating with a humanoid monster with dragon horns on its head.
How can you tolerate this?
Damn it, take this spear!
This time, the knight didn't even shout "monster," he just thrust his spear forward, and was captured by Seraphina once again.
Ed, who was shielding the Dragon Girl in front of him, quickly reminded her:
"Don't breathe fire! Don't breathe fire!"
Seraphina was quite accommodating; she gripped the gun blade tightly with her left hand, stepped forward, and swung her right fist, striking Xilǐ'er's one-piece breastplate.
Amidst the deafening explosion, a helmet with a V-shaped observation window rolled to Ed's feet.
He picked up the helmet and found that Xilǐ'er was no longer on horseback.
Well, last time it was a headshot, this time it's just a head left.
It seems Seraphina's ordinary punch is more powerful than Gray's sneak attack where he sold his heart...
Looking at the wall behind the knight, Ed felt another pang of heartache. The armor that Seraphina had punched to pieces was no different from an exploding Claymore mine, and the entire wall was now studded with tiny fragments.
The damage this caused to the castle was far more severe than the flamethrower...
Seraphina didn't see anything wrong with it; she turned to look at Ed:
"The problem is solved, can I continue thinking now?"
Where was it resolved?
Ed shouted in his mind—you can't possibly watch over him 24/7 and punch the resurrected knight every two minutes, can you? That's a bit too much.
Ed hesitated several times before deciding to skip the topic:
There's actually something I haven't figured out.
"What?"
The dragon girl was also drawn to the scene.
Does Xilǐ'er even realize he's become like this?
"Of course he is..."
Seraphina understood the meaning of Ed's question halfway through her answer.
This knight, who repeatedly dies, is reborn, and suffers from amnesia, sees all non-human beings as enemies, even though he himself is no longer human...
Thinking of this, Seraphina looked at Ed with a curious gaze:
What do you want to do?
Ed's lips curled into a malicious smile:
" Seraphina, have you heard of the mirror test?"
A sliver of light pierced through the boundless darkness, and the indistinct sounds gradually became clearer:
"Hurry, hurry, he's awake!"
Xilǐ'er opened his eyes; his field of vision was a narrow, V-shaped field of view.
Although such a mask makes it difficult for him to see the entire battlefield, it maximizes his safety. Moreover, as a knight, he doesn't need to see the entire battlefield; it's enough for him to see the enemies in front of him.
Xilǐ'er's eyes refocused, and what came into view was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The mirror was so flawless that it reflected every single detail of his armor.
As Xilǐ'er admired this rare treasure, he suddenly heard a majestic voice calling to him:
"Knight Xilǐ'er."
Who's calling me?
The knight on horseback looked around in confusion, but found nothing.
"I have granted your request to borrow troops; now you should fulfill your promise."
"What..."
Xilǐ'er's consciousness wavered for a moment. He couldn't remember making any promises, but he had indeed come to borrow troops to help the Duke resist the demon invasion.
The full-length mirror in front of me is clearly very valuable; it may be a prized possession of an earl or marquis.
I don't know why I'm standing here fully armed, but maybe it's a hangover?
A nobleman with such a wealthy background could at least borrow a thousand private soldiers to accompany him. Thinking of this, Xilǐ'er felt that his promise was not a big deal.
After all, if a promise could gain his lord the support of a thousand people, he wouldn't mind promising everything he had.
Thinking of this, Xilǐ'er answered loudly:
"Okay, is there anything I can do for you?"
A few seconds later, the voice, mixed with sneer, came:
"It seems you drank quite a bit yesterday, my friend."
"Yesterday you promised me that if I agreed to lend you troops, you would take off your helmet and let me see the true face of the valiant knight."
It turns out it was just a small matter...
Xilǐ'er nodded:
"Please rest assured, as a knight, I never break my word."
As he spoke, he inserted the spear in his hand into the scabbard of his warhorse, and placed his left and right hands symmetrically on the helmet.
With a slight effort, the knight successfully removed his helmet after hearing a "click".
Subconsciously, Xilǐ'er looked at himself in the mirror. Such an expensive treasure should allow him to see his current appearance clearly.