Blood Sorrow (The End)

The church dungeon, where the Knight and Witcher, who have been held captive for three days, sit in the corner.

Reflect on the faults they have committed.

Witcher never told the Church why the Shadow Council had used so much energy against him, even going so far as to send in warlocks.

It was this completely unanticipated enemy that led to the tragic deaths of more than twenty acolytes, and he could be blamed for all of the sacrifices made in that operation.

And the knights who chose the path of righteousness became even more of a joke.

"I've always believed that if I stand up for myself, I can save others, I can protect what's important."

"But in the end, it was just wishful thinking on my part."

Fintan bowed his head, his tone hollow.

"I've failed to protect anything..."

"No matter how hard one tries, no one is saved."

"Everything I've held on to, all of it is meaningless."

"Why..."

Eleazar raised his eyes faintly, "Because you don't have enough power."

"Because you are too weak to change these things."

"If you're strong enough, then Finnian won't die."

Eleazar spoke softly while looking faintly at the head in his arms that he couldn't bring himself to hand over.

Torn up inside once more, Fintan whimpered at once, hitting his head against the wall over and over in agony.

Bang Bang Bang...

A shadow suddenly stretched in from outside, and Garn stood in front of the cage, looking at the two men inside with surprise.

"You guys are incarcerated."

Eleazar looked up, blushed strangely for a moment, and quickly moved over.

"How come you have time to visit us?"

"Taking a break from the mission, I heard about what's going on over here and stopped by to check it out."

Garn explained casually, then asked:

"Shall I bring you something nice to eat?"

Eleazar nodded, "Yes!"

After a few moments, the warden manning the exit of the passageway saw the three men drinking and eating meat through the cage door.

After tolerating the guys for half an hour, and listening to the one sitting outside constantly harrumphing, he went over and kicked his ass.

"Almost got it."

Garn muttered and stood up, "It's rare to get together with old friends."

Gathering his things, he turned his head and smiled at the two inside:

"We'll drink when you guys get out haha, bring Finnian too."

Under the influence of alcohol, Fintan laughed too, and he laughed through his tears.

"Yeah."

After leaving that cell, the warden looked at Holy Guns with an unfavorable gaze.

"What are you still irritating him for, that knight is almost wasted."

Gahn cocked his head, "Why not have fun when it's already like that anyway?"

The warden said in a nonchalant voice, "You think everyone is like you?"

"Ah yes, yes, yes~"

...

Fintan seems to be drunk again, holding his brother's head and crying and laughing.

The kind of laughter with tears in it, so crazy and painful, he'd only heard at funerals.

Eleazar toyed with the belt pouch of the holy lance, opening it to look at the ten holy crystals inside, and then looking up at the moonlight cast in the small window.

"Want to see what message Finnian left you?"

Fintan twisted his crying and laughing face, "Yeah."

"Hold it for me!"

Keeping the knight in front of him, Eleazar took out his pass chalk and stood on his tiptoes to draw a circle around the cell skylight.

A golden light then floated up over the handwriting, and Eleazar looked out of the cell, then back, and with a quick flick of his palm, the whole window, which looked like a single piece, suddenly separated from it.

"Come on, out!"

Witcher was the first to burrow out, and Knight then climbed out clutching his brother's head.

The two just broke out of jail.

Crouching in the grass behind the abbey, Eleazar silently sensed the divine aura around him.

The Sacred Sequence was good at that, never hiding, and thus made it easy for him to catch holes in the defense.

Drawing another dog hole under the tall fence, he took his rider and quickly climbed out of the church.

Once they left the jurisdiction of the acolytes, it was completely sky-high, and the two quickly disappeared into the night.

It was ten minutes before a patrolling acolyte noticed the anomaly.

"Witcher and Knight broke out of jail!!!"

...

Witcher, who spread his dragon wings and flew in the dim, lightless night sky, soon led the knight back to the dead manor.

Carrying a holy lamp for illumination, Eleazar leads the knight at a brisk pace through the cloisters of the mansion.

"Well, if it's a message, it's going to be in a place you frequent."

With that, he pushed away from the bedroom and looked back.

"Look hard for places you usually overlook."

Fintan looked vacantly at the place that held so many of his memories.

Cradling his brother's head, he lifted a stiff step and walked in.

In the light, the desk, which he hadn't used in a long time, revealed the vague outline of a human figure, as if someone had been sitting there for a long time.

Fintan had tears in his eyes.

Eleazar stepped forward and saw at once a thick envelope, half emerged from a wilted trumpet flower.

Pulling the envelope out, he glanced at the frozen, motionless knight and opened it to peruse it slightly.

Those letters, all of them, are Finnian's record of everything he's done with his brother since a certain period.

Admiration for my brother...

Helplessness towards his brother...

Concerns about his brother...

Speculation about the brother...

His inner thoughts...

And the conclusions of various projections...

He used his last tender...

Come help your brother fulfill those dreams...

He loves his brother...

So he was willing to offer his...

Fintan looked at the letters and just sobbed.

When he finally saw the parchment scroll, he almost fainted.

[Legendary Rank: Blood Knight]

[Pre: Knight]

[Formation: Evil Order]

[Characteristics: Blood, Immortality, Soul Binding]

[Ceremony: Kinslaying]

[The world has many brilliant colors, and this road is only fishy red and gritted pale.]

[Primary Material 1: A Legendary Quality Blood Characterization Material]

[Primary Material II: Blood of the Next of Kin]

...

Fintan turned around muddily.

"As I recall, you once said that the only thing that can fight evil is a more powerful evil?"

Eleazar looked at him calmly.

"You've decided to become a Blood Knight?"

"Yeah, after all, it's Finnian's effort to help his brother in the unclimatic ah, oooh ---- ha--- hahaha---"

Fintan's body trembled wildly, and he laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face.

Eleazar turned and calmly looked straight into the eyes that had crumbled everything and regained a little of their light.

"For this pale justice, you are willing to hurt others?"

"I'm willing to hurt people!"

"You're willing to take a life for this so-called justice?"

"I will take life!!!"

.....