And now, whether villagers or knights, they are all stained with blood.
"She really is a naive child..."
Teresa, she has always been waiting for her knight.
In the end, perhaps she awaited him, or perhaps not.
Herbert put away the blood-stained picture book and placed it in the shadow beneath his feet.
Then, Herbert, who had been trying to keep a straight face, couldn't hold back and cursed under his breath.
"Damn foolish Evil God!"
["Eh? Are you talking about me?"]
"Tch! Stop fooling around."
["Ah~ Hahaha~"]
Herbert rolled his eyes, ignoring the bored Harmonious God looking for a scolding, muttering as he withdrew the blade from Teresa's chest.
The sword was withdrawn, and the supported girl toppled forward into Herbert's arms.
In that posture, she looked as if she was peacefully sleeping in his embrace.
Embracing the gradually cooling body, Herbert's eyes couldn't help but squint.
Behind him, Quinna's weak and hoarse voice arose.
"...Sir, may I take her?"
