"Okay, it's all over, be good."

Miss Milly's expression became very gentle at this moment, like a mother comforting her child. She gently stroked Chaldea's back and said softly:

"Everything will be fine. Welcome back, father of my child."

"I will never leave you again."

Chaldea said to his little idiot wife:

"Never again. Nothing can separate us anymore. Whether it's death or the Holy Light, nothing can stop us. In a few days, let's get married and let those precepts go to hell!"

"You are my most important belief"

—

"We can't go back."

In the ward of the treatment hall in Sha'tar City, Turalyon, with dull eyes, was lying on the hospital bed. Beside him, Old Fordring, one of the five great knights of the original Silver Hand, was standing there, worried.

Looking at his old brother, not far away, after hearing the news, the leader of the Order came quietly, Saidan Dathro Hanru, who is also one of the five great knights, but has now become a death knight.

Sculpture-like leaning against the wall.

"When the Holy Light dies, it dies before our eyes."

"There is no hope. All hope is gone."

Hearing Turalyon's confused words, Old Fordring frowned. He looked at Dathrohan behind him and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong with Turalyon? He's obviously still alive, healthy, and his soul is still intact, but have you ever seen anything like this?"

Death Knight Dathrohan shook his head. He looked at Turalyon lying on the hospital bed with his cold eyes, mumbling like a madman. He said in a hoarse voice:

"No, I haven't seen it, but I can probably guess it."

"His soul was shocked and his faith was on the verge of collapse."
Chapter completed!