Four Split Personalities

Tai Shang nodded slightly, "Yes, my lord."

"Clean up the scene, and do it before the common folk notice. It’s better if such things are not discovered by others for now." The paper man staggered back to Tai Shang’s feet and plopped down on the tip of his shoe, solemnly saying, "A is probably the real culprit behind this catastrophe... Ah, if I had a choice, I really wouldn’t want to mess with him at all."

Tai Shang nodded his head, then while arranging a barrier that could clear away the filth, he looked down and asked, "By the way, my lord, I can’t sense the soul of this dead one. Logically speaking, it’s only been a short moment, his soul shouldn’t have completely dissipated."

"I’ve noticed that too, and there are usually three possibilities."

Guxiaole sat on Tai Shang’s boot, playing with the slide, and said lightly, "First, this Holy Knight’s soul is too weak to persist in this world for long, which is the least likely; second, the killer has the ability to imprison souls and has taken his soul away, which is the most likely; third..."

She paused for a moment, glanced at the broken piece of plate armor not far away, bearing the Church of the Dawn’s emblem, and whispered, "It’s that he has found a new destination..."

"Is that so?"

"Let’s hope it is."

"Hope?"

"It means I hope it’s that..."

...

Game Time AM06:29

The swollen Gahares was galloping under the cover of night, comically sprawled on Knight Robert’s warhorse, trying his best to reduce the likelihood of himself being thrown off. Despite being in poor constitution and his consciousness blurring, ready to collapse at any moment, he was still unwilling to slow down the steed beneath him one bit.

Three hours ago, when he was at the infected camp outside Disk Tree City, he heard the good news from the front lines. He also learned that Her Highness the Saintess seemed to be unharmed, and he couldn’t help praising the Goddess of Dawn from the bottom of his heart. Then he started asking around for updates, eager to further understand the situation at the frontline. However, due to the scarcity of players here, all the news was ambiguous, with hardly any accurate intelligence...

It took Gahares an entire hour of inquiring before he finally learned the concrete news from a militiaman who had just retreated from Hodir Pass to see his wife.

The mutants were annihilated, and the united forces won, a pyrrhic victory.

The princess’s guard, who were supposed to be forsaken, survived under the protection of Forget Language, the Saintess.

Most of the survivors had already reached Ebby City for treatment, but reportedly, the two Her Highnesses had already left Misha County and taken a ship back to the Holy Land with Scarlan folks who appeared out of nowhere, to report back to headquarters.

Then...

"That’s it, just like that."

The bearded dwarf cook from Hodir Pass, impatiently pushing Gahares aside, hurried back to Disk Tree City to reunite with his wife.

That’s it?

Forget Language has left?

She went to the Holy Land with the people from Scarlan?

What about me?

Gahares was stunned, feeling a coldness engulfing his body that had already been tormented by the plague until now. Even his thoughts had frozen.

But after all, he was a player whose pain had been dulled by the system, and he was not of weak will either. He quickly thought of many possibilities.

For example, the City of Light must have learned of the Saintess’s peril and urgently recalled her...

Or Forget Language must have been seriously injured and needed immediate treatment...

Or perhaps they made some major discovery during the battle, and they had to inform headquarters as soon as possible...

That’s why she had to leave in such a hurry, that’s why there was no time to take me along...

[Yes, it must be so. Forget Language has already promised me, she couldn’t possibly break her word, she couldn’t possibly forget, she said she would take me with her, she wouldn’t leave me here...]

Gahares convinced himself to regain his confidence, then became even more restless. He feared that, just as he had thought, the Saintess might have suffered some severe injury and was being rushed to the City of Light for a rescue operation.

[If that’s the case, it would be better if she had just forgotten about me...]

With that thought, he started to wait anxiously.

Because if it was Forget Language, even if she had to leave, she would send someone to find him... right?

His confidence suddenly wasn’t so firm anymore.

An hour later, Knight Robert, with whom Gahares had a good relationship, returned.

Gahares patiently waited until Robert’s meeting with the City Lord of Disk Tree City was over before rushing up to him, grasping his hand and asking, "Is Forget Language alright?"

Yes, the question that had involuntarily slipped from his lips was just that, rather than ’Did Forget Language mention me?’

Robert’s face momentarily stiffened, but the blurring of Gahares’s vision due to the plague meant he didn’t catch it, only the decisive answer...

"Forget Language is very well, extremely well, so that’s that. I have other matters, we can talk later."

"Where is she now?"

Gahares pressed persistently, "I heard she went to..."

"Yes, she went back to the Holy Land," Robert nodded, stopping in his tracks and looking at Gahares. "Because of some common trifles."

"Trifle, huh..."

Gahares paused, then let out a breath, lifted his swollen face to Robert, and asked, "May I borrow your horse for a moment?"

...

In the end, Robert still lent his horse to Gahares.

The latter waited in Disk Tree City for some time, but still received no news related to him...