After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

There is even a small team of combat magicians.

The hopeless balance of power was reversed.

In terms of numbers, Rosaline still had a nearly tenfold advantage. But if it came to a fight, 30 rabble-rousers wouldn't be enough to defeat a single guard, and there was no chance of winning.

But the Pure White Saint was not panicked.

Aize couldn't fight the wishes of the entire city—that was her greatest chance of victory. And Rosalyn was certain she had it in her grasp.

The overall situation has been decided.

Therefore, she even took the initiative to walk towards the angry Aize:

"Good evening, Aize. Thank you for your hard work in defending the city. What is the current situation? You—"

"..."

Aize glanced at Rosaline with contempt, as if he didn't want to pay any more attention to her. He walked straight past her and came to the captain of the guards.

"Lord Aize!"

The captain, who nearly died at the hands of his compatriots, and the guards behind him all stood at attention and saluted.

Aize also put away his angry expression and nodded approvingly at them:

"Tell me, what happened?"

"Well, this afternoon, I received..."

"Shut up."

Ai Ze turned around and, with unprecedented anger, interrupted Rosaline who was trying to interrupt. Then he turned his head back and put on a smile again, signaling the other party to continue speaking.

The captain of the guard saluted again, took a deep breath to calm his nervous mood caused by the confrontation, and then began to explain everything that had just happened.

How the crowd surrounded the camp, Rosaline's appeal, and subsequent actions, etc.

In this messed up situation, the remaining guards could be said to have done everything within their duties, and there was nothing to criticize.

As for Rosalyn—

Aize turned around and met the eyes of the Pure White Saint for the first time in this incident.

"why?"

"Um?"

"You're doing this while surrounded by demons. You can't possibly be unaware of the consequences of a single mistake. Why are you still doing this?!"

This question is actually of no value.

Judging from all the previous situations, Rosaline had long lost even the most basic judgment ability under the long-term influence of the faith network, and was simply going with the flow and doing whatever she wanted.

In her opinion, the nature of this incident was no different from the previous minor incidents.

The evidence is that even when Aize was so angry that his blood vessels were about to burst, Rosaline still had a smile on her face.

as usual.

Her answer was not unexpected:

"Why? Of course, it's because someone is hiding demons in this liberated city, even allocating precious medical supplies and shelter to them. Haha, isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Rosalyn spread her hands, her voice suddenly rising, and she turned towards the crowd, as if what was going on was not a conversation at all, but a speech:

"This city has endured two hellish years under the oppression of the orcs. Lives have been ripped away, and faith has been trampled upon. Now, the army of the goddess and humanity has finally arrived, but the demons have been spared all punishment simply by surrendering. Aize, do you think this is fair? Is this fair to the people who have suffered so much here?"

"Not to mention how scarce supplies and medicine are right now. Countless humans are suffering from serious illnesses and cannot get treatment, while countless others have died from serious injuries. Under such circumstances, someone actually set aside an area specifically for treating wounded orcs. Do you think this is reasonable?"

"So, I've accepted the goddess's will and been ordered to reveal the truth to everyone—isn't that too much to ask? Not to mention the enemy is still besieging the city. What if these guys are still ruthless and go back on their word? Do you have any reason to keep these hidden dangers? Hmm?"

……

……

……

This series of lengthy speeches can be said to be very to the point, with every word being brilliant and extremely inflammatory.

Influenced by this, the residents of the shelter had already moved beyond the stage of suspicion and began to become restless. Various discussions gradually spread, and some people even stood up and walked over to Rosaline's side.

This is Rosalyn's winning streak.

Of course, there is a rationale for accepting and treating orc captives well. If he were talking with important figures such as lords, nobles or generals, Aize could defend his choice all day long without repeating himself.

But now, he was not facing Rosaline.

But the countless onlookers around.

Countless people are tortured, impoverished, and have a blood feud with the orcs.

Aize is not likely to reason, let alone talk about long-term planning.

Only the simplest emotional output remains.

In this regard, Rosalyn has an absolute advantage.

An emotion that could be called pride was churning in the mind of the Pure White Saint.

She subconsciously raised her chin and looked at her former teammate who was at the end of his rope, feeling deeply sorry for him.

Yes, it's a pity.

From the perspective of faith, he may be the only person in the world who is qualified to be on equal footing with himself, but he once denied his faith and rejected the invitation.

Then he must be sent out of this system - in the most radical form.

I'm sorry...?

In the corner of her heart, there were some voices that Rosaline was not very familiar with - a similar situation had occurred in the past when she faced Aize.

What exactly it was... at least now, she didn't have time to think about it.

Because Aize in the sight suddenly smiled.

A smile that made Rosaline feel something close to fear.

"Thank you for your long speech. If it weren't for the urgent need for foreign enemies, I would have a serious debate with you on this matter. But the work is so much to do, so I'll give up."

Aize casually pressed his shoulders and moved his arms, then looked up at the sky and was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's almost time."

"What did you say?"

"Isn't it just to take a look at what's inside the door? What's the big deal? Why bring so many people? Can't you just send someone to say hello to me? What a fuss!"

Muttering, Aize brought several combat magicians to the tightly closed door. After a seemingly casual wave of his hand, the magicians began to get busy.

Driven by magic power, the magic circle hidden on the tightly closed door emerged, and then with a "pop", it disintegrated like broken glass and disappeared into the air.

At this moment, a strange chill quickly spread, causing almost everyone present to shiver subconsciously.

Fortunately, it only lasted for a moment.

Then, the door was pushed open, and the scenery inside appeared in front of almost everyone present.

"This is……!?"

The smile on Rosalyn's face evaporated quickly, replaced by incomparable shock.

On the other side of the door, the scene shown in the oracle of wounded orcs receiving treatment did not exist.

Instead, in the empty barracks, there were dozens of human wounded wearing Imperial Army uniforms and in extremely serious condition, tightly fastened to stretchers.

The oracle could actually make a mistake?

The Pure White Saint's brain almost came to a standstill, and even the thousands of people she brought with her were simultaneously confused.

I don’t know if it’s because of my belief in the Internet.

Before she could come to her senses, Aize had already turned around with a meaningful smile.

"It's you--"

"Everyone, I think you have all seen that there are no so-called demons here, only some wounded soldiers of the Imperial Guard."

This time, it was Aize's turn to give a speech to everyone.

"During last night's battle, they operated on the periphery of the battle line, drawing the attention of most of the undead army for us. This allowed us to successfully recapture the city."

"Unfortunately, by the time I sent people to support the siege, many had already died under the siege of the undead. Many of the remaining seriously injured were also eroded by the magic of the undead, and the fabric was likely transformed."

"Logically, I should execute them for safety. But such an end would be too tragic for these heroes, so I decided to take a risk. I isolated half of the building and cast a spell to expel and purify the undead magic within them."

"That way, if they succeed, there won't be any problems—as you just saw. And if they fail, the converted will be trapped in the building and won't pose a threat to the people they once risked their lives to protect."

As he spoke, he put on a sad expression and bowed to everyone:

"Everyone, it was indeed my fault for hiding such a hidden danger here without telling anyone, but it was also for the sake of these heroes receiving the proper treatment they deserve, and for the sake of the stability of this city. Please forgive me."

The premise for Rosaline's victory is that there is a large group of wounded orcs hiding behind this door - and they are sharing the city's precious medical resources.

This fact alone is unbearable enough for local residents, and any rational explanation is unlikely to work.

However, the premise is wrong.

Not only is it wrong, it is completely contrary to the truth.

For those who don't understand the situation, this is enough to turn Rosaline from a spokesperson for faith and prayer into a liar who tells lies with her eyes open.

And since he is a liar, his other words are naturally no longer credible.

All beliefs and plans collapsed in an instant.

Rosalyn could feel the emotions that had once been directed towards her, so close to becoming a network of faith, rapidly receding. Everything that had once been within her reach was once again lost in the chaos.

No, you don't even need your own abilities to feel it.

After the door opened and Aize finished his explanation, the way everyone looked at Rosaline changed significantly.

Became cold and suspicious.

Even the most loyal members of the sect were thrown into chaos.

"Lady Rosalyn, what's going on?"

"The intelligence is wrong?"

"Bullshit! How could the oracle be wrong? It didn't go wrong in the Holy City, so how could it go wrong here?!"

"So how do you explain this?"

"Of course, it's a conspiracy by the demons! Someone is trying to harm Lady Rosalyn!"

……

……

The noise is so annoying.

But whether it was a mistake or being cheated, these two situations theoretically could not happen to Rosaline, the so-called "omniscient and omnipotent" incarnation of the goddess.

This cognition has been severely impacted, and even if they are still firmly bound in the network of belief, it will definitely have some decisive impact.

"Woo——"

"Lady Rosalyn!?"

As if to confirm Aize's guess, the pure white saint suddenly covered her head and squatted down in pain amid the exclamations of the sect members.

The network of faith was fluctuating like never before. The originally orderly and melodious prayers and faith turned into a huge wave that continuously poured into her mind.

unbearable.

"Let's go...back..."

The current situation felt strange and unprecedented to Rosalyn.

But she knew that it was not advisable to stay here for long, so she ordered her believers to take her away quickly. Of course, the believers did as she was told without complaint.

However, when they hurriedly lifted Rosaline up and prepared to leave, they found that Aize's guards had already infiltrated the team while taking advantage of the chaos.

It even formed a shield wall, surrounding them tightly.

Rosaline had no time to pay attention, and a female believer took over and screamed:

"Lord Aize! What do you want to do? Are you planning to harm Lady Rosalyn?!"