What kind of nonsense is this, that you'd be chosen by the gods and favored by all the gods?

"There was no breathing sound either..."

"As a seasoned knight, I am quite confident in my observation skills."

Lyle, however, did not hear what the other person said and looked at the mute girl with a very serious expression.

No heartbeat?

"...Don't move."

He walked up to the mute girl, knelt down on one knee, and carefully examined her.

Indeed, there was no sound.

It was as if the body had been completely silenced.

Thinking about it carefully, she walked without making a sound, jumped without making a sound, and even the sound of touching external objects was very soft, as if it were suppressed.

When they first met, Lyle simply assumed that the other person was good at hiding their whereabouts, and he wasn't very confident in his own counter-surveillance abilities.

Looking back now, it really is strange.

"Really... what on earth is going on?"

This was the first time Lyle had ever seen such a strange situation.

The mute girl was also somewhat bewildered by the situation, as the reactions of the crowd seemed rather perplexing to her.

"This doesn't seem like the effect that any disease could produce."

After thinking for a moment, Ke Wen remembered a friend of his.

"Perhaps you could ask the witch who lives on Cat's Tail Mountain about this."

"Although that guy has a terrible personality and doesn't like to see people, he only promised to come to the celebration this time. But if you ask him in advance, it should be fine."

The witch of Cat's Tail Mountain?

That sounds like a lot of trouble.

For some reason, Lyle instinctively felt some resistance.

I have a feeling that I'll be suddenly drawn into some incredibly troublesome and complicated situation, like in an adventure game—

However, out of respect, he still looked at the mute girl beside him.

"What do you plan to do?"

She shook her head decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

It seems they don't intend to trouble everyone in this regard.

"Oh, I see. It's alright..."

Ke Wen touched his chin.

"Anyway, the witch will always come during the festival, so we can talk about it then."

"But if I have the chance, I'd still like to ask for you first. What's this... what's this person's name?"

"She has no name."

Lyle's words surprised Kevin once again.

"What do you mean 'no name'? Does this guy not even have parents?"

"Uh, no...sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just..."

Seeing that the composed knight was becoming increasingly flustered, he had no choice but to speak up and make his own judgment.

"It just doesn't have a name."

"To be honest, I was quite surprised when I met her, but that didn't stop me from traveling with her."

"This is out of the mercy taught by the goddess."

At this point, Lyle mysteriously drew a covenant emblem on his chest.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

"Oh...may Suenmozer protect you." Cowen nodded.

But Elsa, who was behind him, suddenly spoke up.

"If it doesn't have a name, why not just give it one?"

Yes, why not just one?

"Naming a child? That's my forte!"

Before Lyle could even speak, Kevin suddenly said with a grin:

"How about Daisy, Tammy, Pam...?"

Lyle looked at the mute girl.

She was speechless.

"Uh... I don't think that's a good idea..."

However, Ke Wen said in a very serious and earnest manner:

"How could that be? This is the result of a long and painstaking thought process. If I had a daughter, I would definitely choose from these names—"

How can you say it's not very good?

Elsa shouted:

"Oh dear! Don't talk nonsense! The old lady next door complained for ages about the name you gave her pet!"

"Mr. Lyle! This guy is hopeless at naming things!"

Immediately afterwards, I felt a sharp pain in my forehead.

"Wow!"

"Adults are talking! Kids shouldn't interrupt—"

"So, can I call myself a knight who's terrible at naming things? A warrior's taste... isn't terrible!"

Whose Kong Yiji is this?

Lyle looked at the two bickering in front of him and had a dark expression on his face.

It's hard to stay calm in this situation.

However, he does have some ideas about naming it.

When Lyle approached the mute girl, he looked into her eyes with great seriousness.

Then, taking the other person's hand, I wrote on their palm:

Helena.

Helena?

Koven and Elsa exchanged a glance, stopped their playful fight, and looked at the mute girl.

"Helena...sounds good."

"Hey?! I told you you're terrible at naming things... This name isn't just good, I think it's perfect!"

The mute girl seemed quite surprised by this. She looked into Lyle's eyes, smiled happily, and nodded emphatically.

"Helena... alright..."

Ke Wen scratched his head, but still couldn't help asking the question that had been on his mind:

"Why is this child wearing such armor?"

Helena was wearing the same chainmail as Lyle, which had been taken from those soldiers.

It looked rather bulky and didn't fit well.

However, given the conditions at the time, there simply wasn't the extra energy to consider these issues.

"On our way here, we occasionally encountered unexpected things: bandits, monsters, wild beasts..."

"So I had no choice but to make some simple armor."

That being said, Cowen glanced at the equipment on Lyle and Helena.

"No matter what, it's unacceptable to dress like this in the homeland of soldiers; it would bring shame upon us."

"Come with me."

Kevin led the three of them out of the church and turned to walk to the other end of the street.

There stood a particularly large building, and as you approached it, you could hear the clanging of metal.

This looks like a blacksmith shop?

Lyle was pondering silently when he heard Kevin shout:

"Pude!"

His voice was deep and resonant! It echoed throughout the room! The lingering sound resonated far and wide!

Almost everyone on the street turned to look.

Why are you yelling so loudly?!

Immediately afterwards, a man carrying a hammer walked out of the blacksmith's shop.

He was thin, shirtless, with dry skin and many burn marks.

"Pude! My old friend!"

However, the blacksmith named Pud didn't seem to appreciate Cowen's enthusiasm, and snorted coldly, saying:

"What are you doing here again?!"

"Hehe... I have a few friends here, their gear needs repairing, so I'm here to bring you some business—"

While they were talking, Elsa walked over to Lyle.

"Don't let their fiery tempers fool you, they actually have a very good relationship..."

"It's just that Professor Koven always tortures the sword to a pulp, which makes Pude feel sorry for him."

Lyle nodded.

He could still see through such things.

After Kevin and the old blacksmith finished explaining the gist of the matter, he scoffed and looked at Lyle and the others.

"Come in."

As Pud turned around, Cowen and Lyle whispered to each other:

"This is a skilled old blacksmith, and a legendary warrior who once fought against the brutal rule of the old empire and participated in the war to establish the nation. Show him some respect."

The blacksmith shop wasn't large, but it was well-equipped. The furnace was placed against the wall by the main entrance, and many steel swords hung on the walls on both sides.

Even to Lyle, a layman, all these works were of quite high quality.

"Bring out the parts that need fixing!"

After speaking, Lyle and Helena removed their chainmail and pushed it in front of Pud.

In addition, Helena also placed the longsword Lyle had given her on the long table.

After looking at those things, Pud muttered something.

"Scrap metal..."

Then, he waved for Kevin and Elsa to leave.

Only Lyle and Helena remained.

Lyle narrowed his eyes slightly.

What does this mean?

But all they saw was Pud playing with the chainmail for a moment, then raising the sword again and saying softly:

"These chainmails are poorly made and haven't been maintained in a long time. They also don't suit your physiques..."

"Ha, even a blacksmith at the apprentice level wouldn't dare sell you goods of this quality."

Immediately afterwards, he turned to the side and picked up the longsword.

The heavy longsword looked incredibly light in his hands.

"This sword is too long and too heavy for you; you simply cannot use it."

"The style and the quality are not bad, but they're not presentable either... Ha, the equipment of Bourne soldiers."

Then he threw the longsword in front of Lyle with a clang.

Pude snorted coldly.

"Tell me, where did these things come from?"