They are all characters I control.

The corpse, of course, cannot answer.

"...Martha?" The voice was filled with doubt, and footsteps approached.

Seeing this, Claire had no choice but to stop the healing spell. He had probably recovered about 30% of his normal strength.

The wound has healed a little bit, and I can barely fight.

Two peasant women appeared beside "Martha's" body. They looked at their companion, who was lying motionless, with a puzzled expression. One of them bent down and reached out to nudge her: "Martha, you should sleep..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, a cold glint appeared.

Martha's body was suddenly thrown open! A figure covered in blood, with disheveled red hair and terrifyingly bright eyes, suddenly sprang up like a demon crawling out of hell.

The broken sword in his left hand, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, moved with lightning speed, precisely piercing the wide-open mouth of the bent-over peasant woman, penetrating the back of her head.

His right hand drew a chilling arc with his short knife, slicing it towards the throat of another peasant woman beside him!

"Uh!"

laugh--!

Two muffled thuds, almost simultaneous, cut off by the wind and snow.

The bent-over peasant woman didn't even utter a sound before falling backward.

The peasant woman whose throat had been slit stared wide-eyed, her hands futilely covering her bleeding neck, making hoarse sounds as she staggered backward.

"What's going on? Ahhh...!"

"It's that female knight! She's not dead!"

The remaining four or five peasant women finally reacted. Instead of running away, they brandished daggers, short knives, and even picked-up pebbles, screaming as they pounced on them.

Instead of fleeing, the enemy launched an attack.

Claire took a few quick breaths, her face pale but a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"This is what it truly feels like to be alive. Choosing the female knight was definitely the right decision. It's been a long time since I've gone on such a killing spree."

With a heavy sigh, Claire controlled her female knight body and deliberately crashed between the two peasant women who were charging at the front!

With his left hand, he parried a dagger aimed at his ribs with the broken sword. Then, he pressed the sword down, using the rough cut and edge to "saw" open the tendons of the opponent's wrist holding the knife.

The short knife in his right hand, like the stinger of a scorpion, pierced the lower part of another peasant woman's heart from an unbelievable angle, from below.

"Ah—!" The peasant woman with the severed wrist screamed and dropped the dagger.

The peasant woman, stabbed in the heart, collapsed instantly.

Without stopping, Claire (Eleanor) spun violently from the impact, her blood-stained cloak and red hair billowing in the snowstorm, her knight's sword reaping lives.

Chapter 103 Who is the tool?

The battle ended quickly, even though the body Claire was controlling was injured.

However, their opponents were a group of peasant women who were completely incapable of fighting; they only knew how to raise their weapons and swing them around randomly.

When he saw his companions lying on the ground, seriously injured and wailing in pain.

The remaining three peasant women became frightened. They stopped rushing forward and instead looked down at the corpses of their companions, listening to the cries of others.

Looking at the blood-soaked female knight in front of them, they finally remembered.

The church knights who had been bled to death by them before were either unable to move or already dead, but now they had encountered one who was still alive.

There was no way he could easily slit the throat of the other person.

"Quick! Go back! Go back and tell the village chief!"

A peasant woman shouted, and then took the lead in turning around and running away.

The other two peasant women did not hesitate and ran after them.

Watching their retreating figures, Claire immediately chased after them without hesitation, even though he hadn't had time to sort out the current situation.

But if I let them go, someone will definitely come after me.

He had only run a few steps when a sharp pain shot through his body. The wound that had barely healed had completely reopened and was bleeding profusely.

Claire could only raise her hand to cast healing magic on herself. Although the healing magic could not heal her wounds in this state, it could at least keep Claire able to move.

Dragging her knight's sword, Claire quickly caught up with the slowest peasant woman.

"No, don't kill..."

Before the peasant woman could finish speaking, Claire swiftly brought down the knife.

By the time Claire was ready to chase the second woman, she had already run quite a distance.

Claire picked up the knife that had fallen beside the peasant woman's corpse at her feet and threw it away.

The second peasant woman was stabbed in the thigh with a knife. She staggered and screamed as she fell to the ground. She tried to get up and continue running away, but Claire caught up with her and easily dealt with her.

However, both of them were slow runners, and the last one, the most clever and fastest peasant woman, was already a hundred meters away.

Without a bow and arrows, and with his wounds still bleeding, he was increasingly weak and knew he could not catch up with his opponent.

Let's see if we can find something to save our lives.

Without a doubt, Claire's next task is wilderness survival.

Before the pursuers arrive, he must scavenge for what he might need, such as food, flint and steel, and warmer clothes.

He forced himself to begin cleaning up the battlefield, finding several pieces of black bread hard enough to be used as weapons, a small bag of coarse salt, and a few flints on the bodies of the dead peasant women.

And a badge roughly carved from animal bone into the shape of an eye.

This seemed to be some kind of symbol, perhaps related to the person who attacked her? Claire still tucked it into her bosom.

She then walked to the corpses of the church knights who had accompanied her. Claire showed no emotion toward these knights who appeared to be her comrades, and her movements as she touched the corpses remained swift and efficient.

Claire still managed to find a small amount of silver coins, simple ointments for treating external injuries, and maps from several knights whose armor was relatively intact.

After doing all this, Claire took off a peasant woman's clothes and put them on, then washed the blood off her face with snow.

She gazed at the gloomy sky and the still-lasting snowstorm.

Before long, it will be completely dark.

Claire sized up the direction and limped off with difficulty. Although she wanted to use healing magic to recover her strength, her magic power had already been almost completely depleted.

After eating a few bites of dry bread, Claire finally had time to review her memories of this body.

Three days ago, a squad of more than ten church knights, led by their vice-captain Eleanor, went to investigate the pagan incident that had occurred in the village.

When they arrived at their destination, they did not see any pagans in the village.

Only a group of women and children lived there, who were said to have been captured by infidels.

After a brief inquiry, Eleanor and her fellow church knights decided to split into two groups. Some of the knights stayed behind to guard the area, while Eleanor herself stayed behind because of the large number of women and children.

Another group of church knights patrolled the area around the village, searching for traces of the heretics.

As a result, the church knights who went to search for them did not return for a long time. Seeing that things were not going well, Eleanor, who stayed behind to guard the place, led the remaining knights to search for their companions.

As a result, they were ambushed.

After Claire took control of the female knight Eleanor's body, the scene just now unfolded.

"Those women and children are probably heretics. If they could capture so many women and children, how could they not be guarded? If they could really capture so many women and children, how could the village maintain order?"

Claire curled his lip in disdain; he could see the problem at a glance.

Although he read all of Eleanor's memories, even if Claire had personally experienced the entire story, she wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Logically, you should either just delete those women and children with one click, or ignore them and call in reinforcements first.

As a result, Eleanor and the other church knights, overwhelmed by their compassion, actually divided their forces, further reducing their already disadvantaged numbers.

Doesn't she deserve to be ambushed and ganged up on? What kind of vice-captain is Eleanor?

Claire complained unhappily, saying that controlling Leah was a mental ordeal, but now controlling Eleanor was a physical ordeal.

Are all female characters in bad games like this?

Panting, Claire grumbled as she struggled to step across the valley entrance. Looking up, she saw the hunter's hut in the distance.

Squinting at the unremarkable little house, Claire stuffed a few bites of bread into her mouth and then forced herself to walk toward the house.

After observing the cabin for a while and confirming that no one was inside, Claire went over.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, and seeing the animal pelts and antlers displayed inside, it seemed at first glance to be a hunter's resting place.

After the cabin was ablaze, Clayton felt much of his frozen body regain sensation.

After catching his breath, he placed the wool he had scavenged on the wooden bed and began to bandage and treat his wounds.

After completing these steps, the familiar system appeared.

[Anti-addiction system activated... You have been forcibly logged out of the game...]

Claire, who had been on edge just moments before, burst out laughing.

Because Lia's bond level was high enough, he had completely forgotten about it.

I've been busy all day, and I was just looking forward to a good rest and relaxation when someone else took over?

Chapter 104 The Mysterious Church Knight

Eleanor felt as if she had fallen into darkness.

Although I could vaguely feel the pain and cold in my body, my consciousness seemed to sink into the lake.

Then came a warm, almost dreamlike sensation enveloping me. It wasn't sunlight, but... a fireplace?

She smelled the burning firewood and heard the faint crackling sounds.

What comes into view is a rough wooden roof, with a few glimmers of snow shining through the gaps.

She lay in a strange, simple wooden hut, her body resting on dry grass and a rough fur coat. Not far away, in a stone fireplace, an orange-red flame burned quietly, radiating a life-saving warmth.

"Where...is this?" Eleanor tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in her left leg made her groan and fall back down.

She then discovered that her left leg had been carefully secured and bandaged with tree branches and sturdy strips of cloth and vines.

Other wounds on his body had also been treated, with a familiar-smelling simple ointment applied. The bandages, though not new, were still relatively clean.

Shouldn't she be in that ambush valley? But Eleanor finds gaps in her memory.

Struggling to prop herself up with her still-functioning right hand, Eleanor leaned against the cold wooden wall, panting as she looked around.

The cabin was small and dilapidated, and the air was filled with the smells of firewood and ointment.

Her gaze fell upon herself; she was dressed in a rough, thick fur coat, the kind that only a northern peasant woman would wear, her original knight's armor was gone.

Her knight's longsword lay on the ground beside her, and her weapon was there too. Eleanor felt much more at ease after her hand touched the hilt of the sword.

But who is she? Who changed her clothes, treated her wounds, and started a fire for her?

Was it a passing hunter or a villager? But this icy, snowy place is rarely visited by humans.

After thinking for a while, Eleanor put her hand inside her inner garment. The warmth of the fire inside her clothes made it feel comfortable.

Her fingertips soon touched a cool, smooth, faceted crystal about the size of a thumbnail, and her tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Once the magic crystal is removed, Eleanor will immediately know what has happened to her.

This crystal is an encrypted memory crystal issued by the church to high-ranking investigators or those carrying out important missions.

It does not record in real time, but rather in an extremely discreet manner, automatically recording what happens around the wearer during the last period of time when the wearer is in a deep coma, near death, or actively triggered.

This is to prevent the knights from encountering any mishaps; at this time, the memory crystal is the last line of defense.

The crystal is virtually impossible to break or tamper with by external force, and it has church runes engraved on it.

Furthermore, as the vice-captain of the Church Knights, Eleanor is skilled in holy magic, making it impossible for her to be controlled to reveal the memory crystal.

Without special techniques, it is impossible to activate the memory crystal.

Such a magical crystal is naturally an extremely expensive and precious item, and only Eleanor, the vice-captain, possesses it.

At this moment, Eleanor needed the memory crystals to figure out what had happened.

“I hope… it recorded something else,” Eleanor prayed softly, clutching the crystal tightly in her palm.