I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Her face was pale, and her lips were bitten until they were bloodless, yet she couldn't bring herself to stab the sword in her hand.

“You don’t even have the courage to kill, so why should the family invest resources in you? Who do you think you are to deserve this?” A middle-aged man in fine clothes with a stern expression stood behind her, his tone filled with disappointment and anger.

"I...I..." the little girl choked, unable to utter a complete sentence.

“There are hardly any level 29 warriors of your age in the entire kingdom, yet your personality is as weak as a lump of mud.” The middle-aged man was furious. “I really don’t know how the Iris Flower family could raise such a piece of trash as you.”

The screen suddenly flashed.

It seems like three years have passed.

The location had transformed into a magnificent temple. The little girl had grown taller, but her timid demeanor remained unchanged.

She stood out awkwardly among a group of richly dressed young men and women.

"What? She's one of the successors to the 'Fool' chosen by the Kingdom's will?"

"What a joke! How could this useless little brat who doesn't even dare to speak loudly receive such an honor? Her talent for swordsmanship is a complete waste."

"There must be some mistake here."

The surrounding area was filled with whispers of jealousy, incomprehension, and disdain.

The little girl lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Just then, several priests dressed in white robes walked over, ignoring the discussions of others, and went straight to the girl.

“Come with us, child,” the head priest said gently. “From today onward, you will receive the Church’s guidance.”

The scene changed again.

This time, Lynn was extremely familiar with it.

It is this rainforest that blocks out the sky.

He saw the middle-aged hunter covered in animal skins, running frantically through the forest, his face filled with panic.

Behind him, several thick, dark green vines, as if alive, burst forth from the ground and relentlessly pursued him.

The hunter swung his short axe and cut down one of the attacking vines, but more vines came coiling around him from all directions.

He was a step too slow; his ankle was tightly wrapped by a vine, and he was suddenly pulled backward, falling heavily to the ground.

Countless vines swarmed up, binding him like a rice dumpling, hanging him high in the air.

The vines tightened, and the hunter let out a painful groan, his face turning red as he looked like he was about to suffocate.

Just then.

The figure of that petite girl appeared not far away.

She saw the trapped hunter, and a moment of hesitation and fear flashed in her eyes.

But she did not run away.

She hesitated for only a moment before gripping her sword tightly and rushing forward.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A sharp glint of light flashed, and the vines wrapped around the hunter were severed one by one.

The hunter fell from mid-air, panting heavily.

The girl sheathed her sword and looked at him with some concern, as if she wanted to ask him if he was alright.

However, when the hunter looked up at her, there was no gratitude in his eyes.

There was only undisguised murderous intent.

Thanks.

He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his smile menacing.

Before the girl could react, the hunter's short axe flashed and struck her right arm hard.

Blood splattered.

The girl let out a painful cry, staring in disbelief at her arm and the person she had just saved.

She turned and ran.

The hunter didn't chase after them immediately; he simply stood there, licking the blood off the axe blade with his tongue, a look of enjoyment on his face.

Then, he followed at a leisurely pace, like a wild beast toying with its prey.

The girl ran desperately, her tears and blood mingling, leaving a trail of despair behind her.

The direction she ran in...

It was the same big tree where Lynn was hiding.

……

"call……"

Lynn gasped sharply, the illusion before him shattering like glass.

The sweltering heat of the rainforest, the pungent smell of decaying leaves, and the cold sweat on my skin—all my senses returned at this moment.

He is back.

Was that just... a hallucination?

Lynn's mind was in a mess, and he subconsciously looked down at the tree.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

under the tree.

The thin girl was lying face down in a pile of fallen leaves, blood gushing from her right arm.

Her face was filled with terror and despair as she struggled to get up.

And she was about ten meters away.

The middle-aged hunter, clad in animal skins, was tilting his head as he walked towards her step by step, his short axe gleaming in the dim light.

Time... has reversed?

Or was what just happened just a dream?

Lynn didn't have time to think it through.

Because the hunter under the tree had already reached the girl.

He looked down at his prey lying on the ground and slowly raised the short axe in his hand.

"I'm sorry, young lady."

The cold voice was exactly the same as the one Lynn remembered hearing.

The axe is about to fall.

save?

Or not to save them?

The same choice was once again placed before him.

This time, he learned the whole story and that the girl was still practicing kindness in the last moments of her life.

He could no longer convince himself with the heartless reason that "this is a trial, and everyone is an enemy."

I can no longer feel at ease making that so-called "right move".

Lynn's rationality was frantically preventing him from taking the next step.

But deep within his soul, another voice was rejecting it.

If we can't even protect this pure kindness right in front of us, if we can't even watch a girl who saved her enemy only to be killed in front of us...

Even if he survives, even if he eventually becomes the "Fool," what difference is there between him and this ungrateful beast beneath his feet?

Lynn suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze suddenly became incredibly firm.

Fuck it, that's right!

Screw rationality!

I'm done playing.

Chapter 85 The Eccentric Warrior

Lynn leaped down from the tree branch.

He had already completed communication with the Sirens in mid-air.

The hunter's short axe is falling.

"Tide-like silk binding!"

Dozens of translucent, silver-blue threads surged from the void, and like living things, they tightly bound the hunter's entire body the instant his axe blade was less than three inches from the girl's head.

The short axe stopped in mid-air.

The hunter's expression changed from enjoyment to terror. He struggled desperately, but the tidal threads tightened more and more, locking his limbs firmly in place, making it impossible for him to move even a single finger.

"Who?"

Lynn landed.

He didn't look at the girl, but instead focused his gaze on the bound hunter.

The hunter was also looking at him, his bloodshot eyes filled with surprise.

"Where...where did you come from?"

Lynn did not answer.

He raised his right hand, and a dancing flame condensed in his palm.

It's not big, about the size of a fist.

But at this distance, it's enough.

"Wait!" The hunter's voice changed. "We can talk. If the two of us team up, our chances of survival are much higher..."

Fireball.

The orange-red flames struck the hunter precisely in the face.

The hunter's head snapped back, flames began to burn on his face, and Lynn immediately swung a wind blade that sliced ​​across the hunter's throat.

Neat.

The hunter's body twitched a few times within the bindings of the tidal silk, then remained completely still.

The entire process was almost completely silent. Fireball and Wind Blade were the most basic spells, and the elemental fluctuations were so weak as to be negligible.

It won't attract anyone else.

Lynn let out a long breath, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

Then, he looked down at the girl lying on the ground.

The girl seemed not to have realized what had happened, or perhaps she was too frightened to move by what she had just witnessed.

"Hey." Lynn crouched down, speaking as softly as possible, "That person is dead, you're safe."

The girl slowly raised her head.

A young, innocent face came into Lynn's view.

His pale skin was covered in dirt and tear stains, and fear still lingered in his large, gray-blue eyes.

"You saved me?"

"Hmm." Lynn nodded, his gaze falling on the still-bleeding wound on her right arm. "Can you move your arm?"

The girl looked down at her wound, bit her lip, and tried to move her fingers.

"It can...it can move."

"That's good, the bone isn't broken." Lynn took out a bandage from his pocket, reached out, and gently wrapped the bandage around the girl's wound. "Let's just do a simple bandage and stop the bleeding first."