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How big was it? At least 2m tall, and if you squeezed Harmon into its broad shoulders, it looked like two people could fit in it.

He thought it was slowly approaching from afar, but before he knew it, it was right in front of him.

"…What\'s going on?"

"I guess I should ask that."

A rough voice answered Harmon\'s question politely. The tone of speech was very polite, very… … .

Iron grumble.

…It was threatening.

Harmon heard the voice of this huge person and, somewhat suspiciously, realized that she was a woman.

And he also realized that she was wearing steel armor under the robe.

Suddenly, the giant woman was standing quietly looking down at them, holding the crude cane that had been resting on the ground like a mace.

Beneath the shadowy hood, scars squirmed, drawn messily, like crawling insects.

"The Palton Territory is sealed off."

It would be difficult to be this scary when the tone was polite. Harmon felt an unfamiliar fear that came from something out of the ordinary.

"We are on our way to the temple of Duren to ask for assistance." At Harmon\'s words, a light flashed in the shadow of the hood.

It felt strange to think that these were human eyes. The body was still, but only the lips and eyes moved.

"What kind of support are you talking about?"

"Mr. Harmon."

As the woman opened her mouth, the soldiers grabbed Harmon and dragged him back. The momentum had changed.

"I can\'t speak to someone whose identity has not been confirmed."

Harmon spoke with a tense expression behind the soldiers. At those words, the light flashing inside the hood disappeared.

Clank!

Chuck!

"Harmon, please step back."

As the woman raised her staff, the soldiers aimed their weapons and pushed Harmon further back.

The woman spoke in an unchanging, polite voice, her eyes shining with an eerie gleam as if she were about to strike down the soldiers before her at any moment.

"I am Lyanna of the Sisterhood of Duren. So, if you will speak to me, I will listen what you have to say"

Sisterhood of Duren!

Harmon, of course, and the imperial soldiers also stared.

The Sisterhood of Düren was one of several armed groups within the Cult of Düren, and was comprised entirely of women.

You shouldn\'t ignore her just because she\'s a woman.

As you can see, these were not women in the typical sense of the word, but rather the best slaughter tanks selected by the Duren Church, and were of the female gender.

Despite her polite words, Lyanna was ready to immediately break the skulls of Harmon and the soldiers if she saw even the slightest suspicious aspect.

"Commander of the Laurel Legion, I have come to convey His Excellency the Archduke Carl\'s request for assistance."

That\'s why he could trust her.

This woman, who had sealed off the Palton Territory in order to erase the existence of heresy, and had set her days on investigating and thoroughly destroying everything that came out of it, was truly a member of the Zealots of Duren, the Caravan of the Silver Staff, and the Sisterhood of Duren.

"The heretical priests have prepared a trap for His Highness the Grand Duke in Ishul."

"What did Your Highness do?" Harmon asked, fear gripping his heart.

"To prevent the enemies gathered in Ishul from scattering, he heads straight for the trap. Support… … ."

Harmon licked his lips in horror. Lyanna\'s lips twitched, and soon a low voice came out.

"How can I believe what you say?"

"…How can I get you to believe me?"

Harmon asked, panic evident in his voice.

There was no time for this.

Even at that moment, Carl was getting closer to the trap by the second to deceive the enemy.

"Would you please come forward?"

At Lyanna\'s polite request, Harmon pushed his soldiers aside and confidently stepped forward.

Lyanna looked down at Harmon, still holding her staff up, and spoke politely.

"I will kill you. Don\'t move."

"Wh-what?"

Harmon stammered.

The soldiers were terrified at Rihanna\'s words.

"If you can believe what I say, then do it."

But Harmon clenched his fists, lifted his chin, and spoke confidently.

"… … ."

Lyanna stared down at Harmon, then moved her hand.

Wedge!

The sound of the air being torn apart.

There was a flash of light, leaving an afterimage, and before the soldiers could step forward to protect Harmon, the staff was swung at him. Until the very end, Harmon stared straight at Lyanna with his eyes wide open.

Lyanna\'s scarred face was revealed as her hood flutters open, and two pitch-black eyes cast an eerie glare.

Bam!

Harmon flew for a long time without even screaming.

"Mr. Harmon!"

The soldiers ran towards Harmon, while some of the remaining ones aimed their spears at Lyanna.

However, since they had to ask for Carl\'s support and could not attack the Sisterhood of Duren, they had no choice but to clench their teeth and hesitate.

"Cough!"

"Oh my god!"

The soldiers who ran to check on Harmon were terrified.

This was because Harmon, whose body appeared to have been folded in half, let out a gasp and jumped up.

Harmon felt his body frantically.

A completely shattered arm, shattered ribs, ruptured internal organs… There should have been some sort of injury, but all Harmon had on his body was a pile of dust from rolling around on the floor.

Even Harmon barely felt any pain.

"You don\'t have faith, but you have a belief that\'s almost like faith." Iron grumble.

Lyanna lowered her staff, touched the ground, and spoke in a gentle voice.

Before she knew it, her crude-looking cane had revealed its original form.

Duren\'s silver staff shone brightly in the sunlight.

Lyanna had tested Harmon until the very end, and even hit him for real to crush the thought that \'

I won\'t hit him for real because it\'s just a test.\'

Harmon had thought it would be okay if he could ask for support even if he died.

As Carl had entrusted his life to Harmon, Harmon also risked his life for Carl.

He had opened his eyes wide and looked straight into his own death, even at the moment when the cane struck him.

So, Lyanna didn\'t kill Harmon.

If there had been even a hint of hesitation in his eyes, Harmon\'s upper and lower bodies would have been separated, rather than his body broken.

"I understand what you mean."

Clang, clang…

At Lyanna\'s words, a rustling sound echoed from both sides of the forest. Before they knew it, about ten Sisters of Duren had gathered around them.

There were some large ones, just a little smaller than Lyanna, while others were so small that they barely reached Harmon\'s chest.

But all of them, without exception, were holding the Silver Staff of Duren.

"I would like to hear more details."

Lyanna\'s scarred face twisted into a smile.