Moreover, most importantly, through reverse deduction of the prophecy, the hypothesis "He is an ordinary Paladin forced to carry the aura" that was reached is indeed true.

This indeed was a fact that existed!

Then, where exactly did the problem arise? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The Wandering Lady frowned deeply, staring at Herbert, her fingers trembling slightly.

"..."

She knew there was an issue.

She was aware that Herbert must have a secret.

He was hiding something, attempting to deceive her.

She wanted nothing more than to directly kill Herbert, but unfortunately... this was impossible.

This had nothing to do with Mercy, benevolence, or carelessness, but was genuinely something that couldn't be done.

Because order wouldn't allow her to do so.

In her current state, she couldn't do anything against the order.

After repeatedly stripping away her layers, she had almost become the embodiment of order, unable to tolerate the slightest hint of chaos.

She looked at Herbert, who was within reach, yet couldn't do anything.

"..."

Finally, the murderous intent gradually dissipated, her eyes returned to calmness, and she softly asked, "So, was it all just a coincidence?"

Herbert nodded with a smile, as if naturally, said, "Yes, yes, it was really all a coincidence! Oh dear, I didn't want it either."

It's not my fault.

It was all accidental.

Trust me!

"I see..." The Wandering Lady whispered softly, finally giving Herbert a deep look, then turned to leave.

Gone?

Just left like that?

Friend, not even a goodbye, isn't that a bit impolite!

"Well, ma'am! I've finished talking, but you haven't told me who you are yet? You... ah!"

As Herbert was about to ask further, the woman's long hair suddenly shone brightly.

Whizz!

In an instant, Herbert's eyes were blinded by dazzling golden light.

Damn!

Flash——

Herbert stayed in the pure white world for a full thirty seconds, then took another three minutes to fully recover his vision.

And when he finally managed to see the world clearly, the bald woman with no public sense had long since disappeared to who knows where.

She ran!

Played around with a flash and ran away!

"... Tsk! Damn bald woman!"

Herbert wiped the tears falling from the corners of his eyes, muttering viciously, "Don't let me run into you again!"

"Is an Epic so great? Can an Epic bully people? Can it casually blind people?"

"This is intentional harm! Extremely malicious behavior!"

In the end, an outraged Herbert brought out his most formidable Pocket Monster.

"Next time, I'll definitely let my Hungry Dragon duel with you!!!"

...

"Achoo!!!"

Valentina suddenly sneezed thunderously, startling the two people beside her into twitching.

The dragon in question blinked in confusion, looking curious.

Huh?

Did I just sneeze?

Strange.

Why did I suddenly sneeze?

And why do I feel so uneasy?

It feels like something strange has happened.

"Hmm... what could it be?"

Valentina pondered for a while, pouting, while unconsciously picking up the food on the table and seamlessly stuffing it into her mouth.

(Chew chew chew chew chew)

(Gulp)

"Could it be that something is going to happen?"

She turned her head to look outside the city, frowning slightly.

Could it be the minions of those Evil Gods?

"Are those disgusting guys planning something new?"

"Are they going to continue fighting?"

Thinking about this, the unease in Valentina's heart faded, transforming into excitement.

"Is it possible to have a good fight again? Hehe..."

Thinking about it, she excitedly licked her lips — and accidentally licked food crumbs.

"Eh?"

Valentina's eyes widened in shock, incredulously shouting: "Who put Herbert's food into my mouth!!?"

Who did this to me!!?

I really wasn't planning on eating!

...

...

Dawn Valley Fortress.

Drip.

Scalding green blood dripped along the edge of the War Axe, sizzling on the Church's land.

Sizzle!

A half-grown Warrior, trembling, clutched his shield, his pupils reflecting dozens of twisted venomous snakes as they burst from the ground. He barely managed to suppress his impulse to flee backward.

He couldn't retreat!

He must not!

Behind him were his comrades!

The young Warrior, inspired by the fort's atmosphere, finally mustered the courage to charge forward with his War Axe and successfully rescue an unconscious wounded soldier.

But then what?

The hideous scar from being bitten by a viper in his youth throbbed, and the fear in his heart made his breath quicken.

"Ha, ha... cough cough!"

Gulp.

I... I am the Lord's Warrior.

I cannot retreat!

I absolutely cannot... ah!!?

Their scales shone with bizarre purple light, fangs dripping venom that corroded the ground, creating wisps of white smoke.

Just as he was about to give in to his body's instinct to flee, a deep voice sounded from behind him.

"Boy, remember, war is never merciful to anyone."

After treatment, Radley re-entered the battlefield, standing in front of the young man.

His armor was covered with claw marks, and a broken snake fang was wedged into his wrist guard, yet his momentum didn't falter.

He stared intently at the approaching snakes, whispering to the panicking youth:

"No enemy will give you a second chance, especially... when your opponent are these monsters."

As he finished speaking, three snakes darted forward like arrows.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Their speed was incredible, forked tongues almost touching Radley's face.

But Radley's reflexes were even quicker, swinging his Longsword before the venomous snakes reached him.