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It turned out that she had missed a member of the hermit society, Carol.

All the "Four Horsemen" of the Hermit Society were dispatched this time, but one was missing.

The missing one is Carol, who showed up when they first arrived at the "Holy Seal City" but disappeared immediately afterwards.

Recalling that Aphraina had seen Carol in her own scroll before, it was just that Carol did nothing at that time, while Zaruer was attacking crazily, so Aphraina didn't care.

As a result, I never expected that Carol would appear in the "Temple of the Goddess" unknowingly.

"It seems that you have finally woken up. Don't just stand there. Go check out the Trial of the Lake. The Saint is still inside. This Carol's target is actually the Saint."

Cecilia looked at Elizavina and Afraina who had recovered, put on her eye mask again, and reminded the two sisters with a chuckle.

"Oh, good, good!"

"S-Sorry, Ceci, Cecilia!"

Elizavena and Afraina hurried to the fountain where the "Trial of the Lake" was located, and they began to inspect the fountain of the "Trial of the Lake".

Fortunately, it seems that Carol does not have enough time to do anything, so there is no problem with the "Trial of the Lake".

However, this also gave Elizavena and Afraina a painful lesson. They had unknowingly treated Carol as a companion. If it weren't for Cecilia, Carol would probably not be stopped from doing anything he wanted to do.

This was undoubtedly something that made the two Valkyries sweat profusely.

"You don't have to be so nervous. I think Carol's power comes from his title of demigod. The ability that was able to blend into our midst just now is probably not hostile or threatening."

Cecilia looked at the two sisters who were still frightened, and chuckled and calmly comforted them.

"Otherwise, Carol would have attacked us just now."

"So his ability is most likely to allow us to treat him as a companion, just like the little animals around him."

"This ability doesn't have much combat power, but it allows him to blend into any team or forbidden area at will. At least if he wants to obtain intelligence, it will be completely unimpeded."

Looking at Carol at this time, Carol was completely indifferent after hearing Cecicelia's words.

Without denying or admitting, Carol just sat there quietly.

But since there was no objection or comment, that meant it was tacit agreement.

"Then we must be careful of him. Aphra, come with me to guard the Saint of Trial of the Lake."

Elizavena stared at Carol in front of her, while calling out to Afraina.

"Uh-huh!"

The most important person now is Saint Heatherly, who is in the "Trial of the Lake". Aphraina ran to Elizavena's side with her drawing board and set up her painting tools.

"Cecicelia, I'll leave Carol to you... hm?"

Before Elizavina could finish her words, she saw Carol standing up from the corner.

Then, Carol walked out of the "Temple of the Goddess".

Witnessing Carol's leaving back, Elizavena looked at Afraina and Cecilia beside her in a daze.

"He's gone, but we can't take this lightly."

"Afra, continue to pay attention to the situation in 'Holy Seal City' and 'Goddess Temple'."

"I am here to pray and protect the Saint Lady in the Trial of the Lake."

Although Carol left, Elizavina and Afraina still didn't dare to relax at all.

Elizavina sat down on the spot, clasped her hands together and prayed beside the fountain of "Trial of the Lake". The holy light released from her surroundings slowly enveloped the fountain of "Trial of the Lake".

Aphraina sat down, her eyes scanning the "Holy Seal City" for Carol. But after Aphraina searched the canvas in front of her for a whole circle, she did not find Carol at all, and she gradually returned to the "Goddess Temple".

Looking at the "Goddess Temple" where she was, she, as a Valkyrie, showed a confused expression.

She forgot that she seemed to have missed something.

"Strange? What, what happened?"

However, when Aphraina looked around and saw Elizavena praying beside her and Cecilia leaning against a statue, she did not see anything unusual.

Even so, Afraina's heart seemed to tell her that she had forgotten something.

Afraina on this side fell into the same state as at the beginning again, but Cecilia on the other side saw a completely different picture.

"Oh? Is this how you use your power? Carol, it's really interesting. Although your ability has no lethality, it can indeed confuse most people if used well."

Cecilia stared at Carol in front of her, but Carol didn't move at all.

From beginning to end, Carol did not leave, but he let Elizavena and Afraina "see" the scene of him leaving.

It was a false impression that Carol gave up and left after seeing his ability exposed by Cecilia. However, in Cecilia's eyes, Carol's every move was in her sight.

Cecilia's eyes, which glowed like mercury, could see through everything.

"Your eyes are weird, they shouldn't be able to see."

Carol began to speak, and his voice was no different from before, as if it had always been this girlish voice.

"Well, I really shouldn't be able to see. After all, I have been blind since I was born."

Cecilia did not hide her past of being born blind, and her tone was filled with obvious joy and nostalgia. Carol knew that Cecilia had not finished speaking.

“So I’m very good at using senses other than my eyes to observe the world around me and the people around me.”

"When I became a Valkyrie, the Goddess of the Holy Seal gave me a pair of eyes that can see the world clearly, but I don't want to forget or give up the feeling of being able to perceive the world without using eyes."

"So I wear a blindfold now, which reminds me of when I was still blind, and thanks to it I can see into everyone's heart and into what the eyes cannot see."

After hearing Cecilia's words, Carol fell silent and sat there with a calm expression.

He sat on the ground, stroking the deer beside him, with a falcon and some small birds standing on his shoulders.

Even huge beasts like lions were lying quietly and peacefully behind him at this time. It was hard to imagine that Carol was a member of the Hermit Order.

"Are you going to sit here like this? Aren't you supposed to collect magic for your chief?"

Looking at Carol who seemed to be asleep, Cecilia asked with her arms folded across her chest.

"Well, the Second Seat will be unhappy, but I can't beat you. You are very strong, beyond imagination. I don't have the confidence that I can defeat you."

Carol answered honestly.

Although what Cecilia killed before was an illusion, Carol actually felt the terrible threat.

If Cecilia were to take action, he would surely die. Although Carol could be resurrected with Nilanxelle, he did not want to make a useless sacrifice.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Cecilia nodded, not at all surprised by Carol's reaction.

After all, Cecilia is the first among the top three Valkyries in terms of combat power.

Her strength far exceeds that of the third-place Annaledia, who is frivolous, lazy and rarely shows her strength. Even the second-strongest Agneseia cannot make Cecicelia use her full strength.

So we have to say that Carol's choice is very rational and the only correct choice. Isn't this also what Zaruer likes to do the most?

Chapter 293 The King's Turn

In a spire building.

The spacious hall filled with precious paintings was so quiet that even the slightest breathing sound was hard to detect. Those carefully painted works hung quietly as if they were sleeping, and each painting contained endless stories and emotions.

In this silent atmosphere, the cold statues are like silent guardians. They stand tall and exude a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

This sense of dead silence is like a heavy haze that permeates the entire space, making people feel inexplicably nervous and uneasy.

The middle-aged man sitting on the throne seemed to be still asleep with his eyes closed. Along with the sound of steady footsteps coming from the corridor, the door of the hall was pushed open by a sturdy figure.

A man dressed in the uniform of the captain of the royal guard walked in. He looked up at the man on the throne, his eyes revealing an uncontrollable excitement of meeting again after a long separation.

Perhaps such emotional fluctuations seemed extremely ridiculous to others, as the king's captain of the guard would actually get excited when seeing his master.

But this is the reality, because the king is just a puppet used by the hermit to control the royal family and a handle to control the nobles.

Even as the king's captain of the guard, Dolbis rarely had the opportunity to meet the king in person.

Dolbis, who had a patch of white hair on his head, slowly walked up to the king. He lowered his head loyally, held the king's palms on the throne with both hands, and gently touched the back of the other's hand with his forehead.

"Your Majesty, Dolbis sends you his heartfelt greetings."

The sound woke up the king who had his eyes closed on the throne, and also woke up the "seven-eyed lamb" above the king's head.

Looking at Dolbis kneeling in front of him, the king exhaled slowly.

Perhaps it was because he had not spoken for too long, or perhaps it was because his body was on the verge of collapse, the king moved his lips for a long time before he uttered a word.

"Dolbis, how are the preparations going? Can we set off?"

Looking out the window which was still pitch black, the king's voice was low but quite clear.

"It is ready, Your Majesty."

Dolbis answered without surprise, his tone was firm, and one could tell there was some other unhappy emotion in his voice.

"Then let's go. It's time for the emperor to lead the army in person."

The king let out a long breath and leaned back on the throne, feeling somewhat relieved.

His eyes, which had just been opened, closed again. He seemed exhausted after saying just a few words and began to gasp for breath.

However, the king clearly had no intention of backing down or changing his plans.

"Okay, Your Majesty."

As the captain of the guard, Dolbis could only obey the order, and a magic command spell appeared on his clenched fist.

The next moment, the entire spire building was covered by the light of the magic spell. The dark night was illuminated by the magic light, making the figures of the royal guards wearing enchanted armor outside the palace clearly visible.

It was a large team with thousands of members, well-equipped and with magic power reaching the fifth stage.

In this mysterious and powerful team, every soldier has different ages and experiences, but they all share a calm, restrained and persevering temperament.

At this moment, these brave and fearless warriors were concentrating on casting their unique magic spells. A steady stream of magic power gushed out from their hands, sweeping around like a surging torrent.

In the blink of an eye, the entire space was shrouded in a rich and deep magical atmosphere, forming a strange dreamlike scene.

Those originally ordinary objects, under the influence of this powerful magical force, began to emit amazing light and energy; even the tiny dust in the air seemed to be inspired by something and began to dance, as if cheering and welcoming this grand magical feast.

Along with the spire building, the outer gardens and corridors are now slowly rising under the influence of magic.