They are all characters I control.

As a result, after 'Eleanor's' anti-addiction time expired, Isabelle did not contact Lia, so he decided to control Eleanor to pass the time.

As a result, upon logging in, I was greeted by this chaotic battle scene.

"Hey, what's going on now?"

He stretched his neck and gripped the knight's sword tightly.

His gaze swept over the kneeling civilians, the gathered heretics, and the Scarlet Witch standing in the distance, watching with great interest.

By reviewing Eleanor's memories, Claire roughly understood the current situation.

In short, the heretics of the 'Church of Life' planned from the beginning to ambush and kill Knight Commander Will; the ambush on Eleanor's squad was just bait.

This small town is the ambush site; everything is a trap set up for Commander Will.

This probably explains why, when they were in the village, the heretics wanted to capture Eleanor and convert her, rather than kill her.

After all, Eleanor was not the heretics' target, and her life or death was not important to them. They didn't necessarily have to kill her; they could have taken a more dramatic approach.

As a result, the old village chief was killed, and the heretical village was destroyed.

Of course, this was all Claire's doing, and looking at the scene before her, Claire sighed helplessly.

At this moment, the infidels' plan is in its final stage.

The final moments of the siege and killing of Knight Commander Will.

Dorothy, one of the three priestesses of the heretics, has appeared, and Karl, the traitor within the Church Knights, has also been exposed.

Moreover, the church knights at this time were not only facing heretics...

"Please, my lord knight, don't fight them! If you die, you can save my whole family!"

Claire snapped out of her daze and looked down at the civilian who was clinging to her tightly.

It wasn't Eleanor's hesitant and compassionate gaze, but a pure, undisguised coldness.

Two middle-aged women were clinging tightly to his legs, an old man was holding a sword sheath, and an eleven or twelve-year-old was clinging to his back, his thin arms strangling his neck.

"We were forced into it too..."

"Surrender, surrender and you'll live..."

Claire did not answer.

He raised his left hand, grabbed the child on his back by the back of the collar, pulled him off like a chick, and tossed him aside.

The other person fell to the ground with a muffled groan and didn't get up for a long time.

Then, Claire looked down at the two women clinging to his legs.

"Let go."

The two women didn't move, but they cried even harder and hugged each other even tighter.

Claire didn't say anything more.

He raised his right leg and, with a slight struggle, flung the woman on his left aside. With a flick of his sword sheath, he sent the woman on his right staggering back two steps.

Then, he drew his sword.

The sound of a sword being drawn was like a clear chime on the noisy battlefield.

Before the old man closest to him could react, the tip of the sword was already pressed against his throat.

"What...what are you going to do?" The old man's voice trembled. "I'm a commoner...I'm innocent...you church knights can't..."

“Innocent?” Claire interrupted him. “I am a church knight, and I am fighting against heretics. Since you are helping heretics to stop me, then you are a heretic, aren’t you?”

The old man's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"I...I didn't...I just..."

The sword tip pierced through.

Not much, just half an inch.

Blood seeped from the other person's throat and flowed down their neck.

"What do you mean you're not? If you're not heretics, why are you pulling in good people instead of bad ones?" Claire's voice was terrifyingly calm, her hands continuing their work.

The heretic was quickly pierced through the throat and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Claire drew her knight's sword.

Just as he was about to deal with the other heretics who were holding him back, they shouted first.

"Murder! The church knights have murdered someone!"

"Didn't he come to save us? Why did he hurt us?!"

"A demon! He's a demon!"

"Run!"

Some people screamed, some cried out, and some turned and ran.

Claire did not give chase.

He stood still, stabbing the hand of another civilian who was clinging to his leg with the tip of his sword. The sound wasn't loud, but everyone heard it clearly:

"I am justice, I am a knight guided by the goddess."

"My duty is to protect the innocent and kill heretics."

"Then, those who stand in my way, those who hinder me, are all heretics! I, in place of the goddess, bestow mercy upon all heretics!"

Without hesitation, he swung his sword to finish them off, and two more heretics fell to the ground.

Faced with Claire wielding a sword, no one dared to stand in his way.

No one could have imagined that the church knight, who seemed so easy to bully and kind just moments ago, would suddenly change her personality so drastically. They had thought that holding her hand was the safest option.

As it turned out, this female knight could change her expression and become so terrifying.

Claire didn't bother with that; all he knew was that the road in front of him had been cleared.

Moreover, as soon as Claire approached the direction she walked, the commoner heretics who were originally entangled with and holding back the other church knights also let go in fear and hid to the side.

Although a few people felt that it was easier to morally blackmail the church knights than to resist the heretics, or simply did not notice Claire's actions.

But those people quickly fell to the ground, and those who were too slow to dodge also died.

Eleanor's decisiveness was quite shocking to the other church knights.

Eleanor had always been gentle and kind, not only to civilians but also to her comrades.

Eleanor would never have done something like this before. So what happened to her after being ambushed by the heretics? What happened to make her suddenly change her personality like this?

However, the church knights were saved at this time because of 'Eleanor'.

The civilians saw Claire, his blood-soaked armor, his still-dripping sword, and his expressionless face.

They immediately released their grip on the church knight's hand, no longer trying to hold him back, and hurriedly moved away.

"Th-thank you, Lieutenant Eleanor," the knight said somewhat awkwardly.

Claire did not respond.

He moved on to the next one.

One.

two.

Three.

The commoners would automatically disperse whenever a knight was being harassed.

In less than two minutes, all the church knights were freed.

They quickly regrouped, shields raised, swords drawn, forming a tight defensive formation around Claire.

No one speaks.

But they all looked at Claire simultaneously.

He wasn't looking at Eleanor—he was looking at the person standing inside Eleanor's body.

"What do we do next?" a knight asked.

Claire did not answer.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, over the reorganized heretics, over the kneeling civilians, over the fallen Knight Commander Will, and over the Scarlet Witch standing in the distance, watching with interest.

Finally, his gaze fell on one person.

Mel.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl was hiding behind the crowd, trying her best not to attract attention.

But Claire spotted her immediately.

He smiled.

It wasn't a warm smile, nor a friendly smile.

It's the kind of smile a hunter gives when he sees his prey.

Claire strode toward Mel.

Mel saw him too.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

He turned and ran.

Chapter 135 Mel, come shake my hand.

Just by looking at how cleanly and efficiently 'Eleanor' dealt with those civilians, Mel knew...

Another Eleanor, born from drinking the Philosopher's Stone potion, emerged and killed the old village chief Grey who had consumed the Primal Blood, wiping out the entire heretical village.

Mel originally thought that this cruel and cold-blooded 'Eleanor' wouldn't come out unless she ate the Philosopher's Stone.

As a result, she still came out without eating the Philosopher's Stone.

"Are you still looking at me?" Mel turned and ran without saying a word.

She still remembered what the cruel and cold-blooded 'Eleanor' had said to her when she disappeared and reverted to the kind-hearted Eleanor, saying that she would do this and that to her next time they met.

They met again, and without a second thought, Mel ran away immediately.

She regretted not having run away sooner, but because Knight Commander Will was still alive and the church knights had not been completely wiped out, she did not want to expose her identity.

Now that she wanted to run away, it was too late.

The little girl's legs are too short to run fast on the streets littered with rubble and corpses.

Claire followed behind at a leisurely pace, like a cat toying with a mouse.

The church knights followed Claire (Eleanor), watching as she chased after a girl instead of rescuing Knight Commander Will.

The girl was Mel, whom 'Eleanor' brought back from that heretic stronghold. Is she now chasing after Mel because she's gone mad and wants to kill Mel, whom she's been with all along?

Just as the church knights were wondering if the 'Eleanor' before them had gone mad or fallen, Claire had already caught up with Mel.

Claire had caught up with Mel and reached out to grab him by the back of his collar.

Mel's body stiffened abruptly, and then—she turned around, a sweet smile on her face, opened her arms, and rushed towards Claire, hugging his waist.

"Sister Eleanor! Are you alright? You scared me to death! I thought you were hurt!" Her voice was sweet and soft, with a sob in it, just like a little girl worried about her older sister.

Claire looked down at her.

Her little face was brimming with tears, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with worry.

If Claire hadn't known who she was, she would have almost been fooled.

"Stop talking nonsense." Claire's voice was completely flat: "Do you want to live or die?"

Mel's smile froze.

In those grey-blue eyes, tears and worry were still there, but deep within was a calmness and calculation completely out of character for someone of that age.

"Sister Eleanor, what are you saying? I don't understand." She tilted her head, trying to continue pretending to be stupid.