(I…still…)
In this situation when her consciousness was still blurry, Angelene, who was being carried by Lucia, thought.
(Can't…give…up.)
An explosion reached her ears, with the sound of swords and axes clashing, but Angelene still thought this way.
(Sister Agnese, for the Church, she worked really hard. The rewards that she got for doing dangerous missions, she used them to print Bibles. And then she visited old and worn down Churches and gave the Bibles to the priests, telling them that she hopes to do her utmost…)
The pain from being hit by the ice blocks spread around her body without stopping.
The scattered fragments of the pillar had hit her temples, concussing her brain.
(Even when Sister Lucia isn't working, she'll climb up the Bell Tower to warn everyone immediately in case something abnormal happens. She continued to stay there, and right now, the Bell Tower almost seems to be where she's staying at…)
Tears started to drip, one by one.
It was not because of pain, but because she was not satisfied.
(Even if it's others, everyone…definitely…has a virtue. Among us, definitely, no one…is a real…bad person. Why…did it become…like this? I hate bad people. I had enough…of the battle of the balance between good and evil.)
Shaking her limp limbs, she thought.
Sister Angelene just continued to pray.
(Save…)
She bit her teeth.
Tears flowed out of her eyes.
(Someone save them…save me…and my precious comrades. Save them from…this nonsensical…darkness…)