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A butterfly flew in. Glenn knew what it was.

The butterfly emitting a light green light could not be seen around here. In the first place, it was an insect that was hard to see even in nature. Glenn’s face hardened as he figured out the butterfly’s identity. It was Briwen’s information. And it was a magical technique that was conveyed through communication with nature, only used when informing of a dangerous situation.

“Milli…”

“Yes. I’m not sure, but… I guess dangerous people approached them?”

“I’ll be back.”

“Glen…”

Glenn moved his hand. He reached out with his left hand and gently held the right hand of the saint who had been staying in his arms.

I stared into Milicia’s sparkling eyes. I spoke carefully and with sincerity.

“I will protect you. Definitely. And, I will never die. Even if you worry about that…”

“Yeah. That’s really not true. Because I don’t doubt the skills of the person I like.”

Joe, who do you like?

In an instant, Glenn suffered a devastating blow to his composure.

Ugh, ugh. After all that effort to set the mood, why are you getting all messed up? My mentality, go back to the beginning!

“But what worries me is… that you’ll end up spilling the blood of innocent people to protect me. The sentence that man will hand down to those he brings is far too harsh.”

The Church of Air Grants was a religion that valued exorcism. As such, they did not show much mercy when it came to exorcising demons or monsters. In the first place, if a direct hit was made by the holy magic that the saintess emitted, any monster would instantly turn to dust.

However, in proportion to that, since it was a religion for people, it was very sensitive to human lives. This was the reason why they strongly pushed for the impeachment of Count Bronkhorst, who had threatened them and held human lives in their hands.

“Just promise me one thing.”

Glen witnessed. A bright and warm light emanated from the saintess. No, it flowed slowly through the saintess’s body, through her arms, and into the person who touched those arms. Yes, the saintess’ light began to seep into him.

‘Oh, my, my body… feels much lighter? And…’

The drowsiness that had crept over him a moment ago was quickly disappearing. Glenn stared at the saint with eyes filled with a hint of surprise.

The saint closed her eyes, pressed even closer to Glenn, and whispered her request.

“Please don’t take their lives… Just leave them enough mercy to live on this earth as humans.”

“…Yes.”

I will follow that request even if it means risking my life.

Those words, I deliberately did not say out loud. I simply carefully moved my two arms and placed them over the saint’s slender shoulders. Slowly, without using as much strength as possible, I pulled the saint into my arms.

For a brief moment, the two shared warmth through their embrace on the rock.

“Tell everyone in the tent to stay alert. Then, I’ll be back. Millie.”

“Yeah, my Glen…”

Carefully, as soon as he fell, Glen disappeared from the saint’s sight.

Oh, the saintess gasped. It was like magic. In an instant, there was only an empty void, as if no one had ever been there.

Ah, could this be… The saintess looked back at the past. That memory, the memory of the arduous training, came back to her.

‘It may sound like I’m being overbearing, but I adjust my strength while assessing my opponents in real combat. Especially when I don’t want to see bloodshed from an opponent with a significant difference in class. My master has reminded me of this many times. Fighting is good, but taking lives without permission is not permitted. I will definitely feel that burden and suffer from it later.’

I remembered the time of the last duel. Of course, Glenn was also quite fast back then, but it was certain that he was fast enough to be caught by the saint’s eyes. However, just a moment ago, I didn’t even feel the slightest movement.

For a moment, Milishia felt a little creeped out, as if she had experienced the power of true adventurers right before her eyes.

“Please, stay safe…”

There was no way of knowing at the moment whether it was a prayer for Glenn or for those who would fight against Glenn.

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A meteorite, a comet. What fell between us?

When something shining in the sky was directed at them, the bad guys momentarily covered their vision with their arms. However, there was no explosion or anything.

Strange. Where the meteor lands, there is a huge explosion and a hole is created. What is this? Among the bewildered thugs, a man slowly stands up, emitting a soft light.

And then, just a little bit, I saw someone’s blurry figure.

“Kyaaak!”

“Ugh!”

It happened in an instant.

The three people closest to the unidentified man were blown into the air and then crashed into the ground.

The crowd was still dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. Even those with weapons barely held them in their hands, not even thinking about wielding them.

That was the cause.

“What, what. Cough!”

“Hey, wait! You, Nuk-kaaak!”

“Who, who are you!”

“Me, are you a bad person?”

“How many people? Where are they from?”

Amidst the chaos and panic, a single figure moved without stopping. As he moved, one by one, those in the distance rose into the air or fell to the ground.

Glenn used his power effectively while playing with his hands. He pushed some people down to the ground, slammed others face first, and pounded others on the chin, sending them flying into the air.

However, the destructive power of the advanced adventurer, strengthened by the blessing of the saint, was destroying the bad guys as if they had been hit by a hammer.

Blood was sprayed. People fell face first to the ground without warning. Some were already unconscious after being lifted into the air and fell to the ground in a savage manner. It was only a matter of seconds before the gang of several dozen people was reduced to a dozen or so.

Soon, when the person at the forefront came to his senses and looked back, he could not help but see dozens of his comrades lying on the ground groaning.

“What, what!”

“What is this!”

“Captain Operschpel! I didn’t say he was like this!”

“Calm down. Calm down! There’s a chance there’s only one opponent…Keuk!”

“Hee, heeek!”

Among them, the only ones who managed to maintain their composure were the vassals of the Opperspelle, who were obviously well-dressed. However, even they fell to the ground before they could calm their surroundings, or were lifted into the air and then fell unsightly to the ground.

The few thugs who were terrified but still had some sense chose to run away, either backing away or shouting their protests at the top of their lungs. However, the majority froze in place.

Because I witnessed it clearly. A small man who emanated a fierce desire to kill, showed off his incredible skill, and slaughtered dozens of people like him in a matter of minutes.

‘What are these?’

But Glenn, being Glenn, was showing considerable disappointment. This was reflected in his ominous murderous intent, creating fear in the surroundings.

It was worth it. Glenn remembered the vassals that Bronkhorst had brought in during the last duel. They were weaker than him, but he was convinced that the vassals of Han were different, as he could see that they had tried to attack in an organized manner. Of course, they were crushed to pieces…

‘Some of them may be like that, but the rest… it’s a bit odd to call them vassals.’

Glenn, who had been thoroughly analyzing his opponents while being beaten, was certain that only a few of them were properly armored or dressed, and that they were Operspelle’s proper subordinates. However, the rest were clearly dressed in shabby attire and had weapons of rather low quality. Well, I had hoped, but it was true…

“As expected, it won’t work.”

Glenn turned his gaze at the voice he heard. A man with a strong body appeared among the thugs who were trembling and enjoying their survival.

Next to him, with a young man with a half-and-half face who looked somehow familiar. Oh, that’s… definitely…

“They say it was hastily made, but it doesn’t even save time. How disappointing.”

“Ma, I told you! It’s impossible to bring all of my family’s vassals! We don’t have enough physical time…!”

Glenn could understand the sight of the villains fighting among themselves. He should have known these low-quality guys when he saw them.

“I guess you’re out of money, Operspelle. You hire some worthless thugs.”

So, I openly criticized Operspiel in a very whiny voice. I felt a little bit of relief.

Look at how far you have fallen. Compare this to when you brought in a bunch of thieves like last time and threatened the congregation. I mean, hard.

Glenn even laughed and mocked his opponent. Contrary to expectations, Opperspelle’s stiff face did not soften.

“That little brat!”

“Huh? That voice. I thought I heard it somewhere…”

Glenn was able to identify the man making a fuss next to Opperspelle. It was easy to figure out since he had only met her for two days.

Even in the darkness, it was clear. That guy, he must be the son of the Leicht family or something.

“Aren’t you the kid who harassed my sister back then? Are you still horny? Now you’re dragging guys around in groups!”

“Shit, be quiet! You’re a worthless commoner! You’re still…”

“Still, what?”

Glenn spread his arms. Then, the few remaining thugs backed away even more. Some even groaned. It was the voices of those lying on the ground.

At Glenn’s sudden action, the son of the Leicht family, Paul de Leicht, screamed and almost hid behind Opperspelle. Opperspelle let out a sigh of resignation.

In the end, it seems like there’s no point in even buying time.

The original plan went completely awry. He planned to use these rascals to stall for time, while he himself would storm the post station, subdue the guards, and forcibly kidnap the saintess.

However, there was a lack of time and talent. And Glenn’s ability was so great that even the most incompetent of thugs could not stop him.

With all those who would have spared no effort in providing advice and support being cut off, Operspelle’s individual capabilities have reached their limit.

“Is there only one way left?”

As he said this, Opperspelle drew the longsword at his waist.

Glenn’s keen senses made him realize that the longsword was not the one he had brought from the previous duel. Unlike the previous one, it was a useless, ornate sword.

But…what is it? I feel uneasy.

No, it wasn’t just anxiety.

“Heeek!”

“What, what is it!”

A cold air lingered on the sword. The intense cold, which was enough to freeze even the person holding it, made the people around them shiver and hesitate.

“Ugh, ugh! It’s cold!”

The first to react and stay away was Pollore de Leicht. As soon as he felt the cold behind Opperspelle, he jumped up and ran away into the forest.

How pathetic. Glenn muttered the same feeling he had when they first met.

However, Operschuppel did not seem to feel the cold at all and did not move at all.

“If that’s true, it won’t end with a statue.”

“Of course.”

Sigh. Operspelle laughed.

As expected, it was a magic sword. Glenn had heard from experience and knowledge that noble families had heirlooms that had been passed down for a long time, and that some of those heirlooms included rare items imbued with ancient magic.

But, I never would have guessed that this would be such a desperate measure.

“I’ll freeze you to death. I’ll cut your entire body into pieces and turn it into a block of ice for decoration.”

“Wow, that’s scary.”

Perhaps, the usual Glenn would have been nervous.

You might be reluctant to choose the option of confronting it head on.

“I’m really scared, I feel chills all over my body.”

However, as he began to strengthen his magic by breathing in the sacred light that was radiating from various parts of his body, he realized. As he rose up into flames that were the opposite of ice, he was convinced.

“Hee, heeek!”

“This, this side is fireworks!”

“This isn’t a fight between ordinary people! I have to get out of here!”

“I don’t want to die!”

“Run away!”

On one side, flames were blazing, and on the other side, it was so cold that frost was forming on the ground. The thugs quickly ran away. Those lying on the ground also came to their senses from the sudden change in temperature, and after realizing what was happening, they crawled away.

It wasn’t at all what you would expect from a normal duel. And the rules were much more brutal than last time.

And Glenn was confident.

“Look here. You’re new.”

“I’ll kill you.”

Don’t die. Glenn thought as he leisurely raised both his fists while watching Opperspelle, who was running towards him with his strong body swinging his sword.