Thud!

Trislowa collapsed to the ground. He clutched his chest and heaved as if his lungs were injured. He couldn’t breathe properly, and bloody foam collected inside his mouth, but Zich still climbed on top of him.

“Let me see, I have to save this pitiful soul who is about to die.” Zich took out something from his clothes. “What do you think this is?”

It was a brooch meant for the Karuwiman’s Honorary Holy Knight, and of course, Trislowa knew what the item was.

“I got this for you even though I had no interest in it. Karuwimans can bless the Honorary Holy Knight in Karuna’s name. So, I brought this as a farewell on your way to the afterlife. Of course, I am going to bless you in Karuwiman’s way.”

Trislowa was Bellid’s faithful follower. Furthermore, Bellid and Karuwiman were mortal enemies, and the characteristics of these two religions were opposites of each other. Thus, giving Karuwiman’s blessing to a Bellid follower wouldn’t mean the same thing. It was more like a curse instead—a very horrible curse.

Trislowa resisted and writhed. The only thing he could do right now was to move his arms this way and that. As expected, his movements didn’t work on Zich who...