After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

It's even possible that he really believed it.

In other words, Aize was using this obvious fake identity to test Rosaline's dependence on the faith network.

Is it true that without the Internet, we have lost even the most basic logical judgment ability?

Although the possibility is small, it won’t have any impact if it fails.

"According to Rosaline's logic, which is completely hijacked by public opinion, if Bill Trecker's true identity is discovered, that traitor will be dead. The Faith Network will definitely not let him live, let alone cooperate with him."

Aize smiled:

"As for disguising herself as Rosaline to contact him... is there any evidence we did it? Huh? Maybe it was a Faceless Man who infiltrated the city? Even if she came to us with this, the result would be nothing more than me helping her search the city. There would be no consequences at all. And if she succeeded... Tsk, tsk, then things would be interesting."

Before, Aize had used false information to lure Rosaline to attack the shelter in the city, preparing to use a reversal to strengthen her.

But if that's all, it will only slightly damage her image and won't achieve the effect of causing her social death.

After all, mistaking the wounded soldiers of the Empire for orcs and starting a riot could be barely explained as good intentions leading to bad consequences, and there was no way to trace the consequences.

But if when you "mean well but do something bad", you get the full support of the public enemy of the whole city, and even the traitor himself is caught in the act at the scene, then the nature of the matter is different.

The story goes from good intentions leading to bad consequences to collusion with evil people with the intention of subverting the city.

At this point, even if you try to explain it away by saying you were raped and cheated, no one will believe you.

After all, even a fool could see such an obvious loophole. How could you, Rosaline, be so smart as to not know it? The chosen hero collaborating with others to deal with the Imperial Army, what are you thinking?

In this way, Rosalind's image can be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Make sure she believes in the Internet, and until the end of this war, there will be no possibility for it to take root in Lilbas and cause any impact.

Of course, this is the best outcome, and Aize is not really looking forward to it.

After all, the premise for the plan to succeed is that Rosaline is a complete fool without any judgment when she is away from the faith network.

She can't really be like this, right?

She can.

Facts have proved that as long as it has not been processed by the faith network, Rosaline will step on it without hesitation, even if it is a landmine that is not buried on the ground and even has a warning sign next to it.

Then it was blown to pieces.

Back to the present, it is night time, in a resettlement area where a conflict is taking place.

Aize pulled Bill, who claimed to be "Rhett Schmien", out of the crowd and threw him heavily to the ground so that everyone could see him clearly.

The effect is remarkable.

This traitor, who had assisted the orcs in exploiting Lilbas for more than two years, was hated even more by the local human residents than the orcs themselves.

And he even dared to pretend to be a hero.

The combination of these two things, coupled with Bill's terrified face, instantly ignited the emotions of the crowd.

"I was wondering why there were orcs in the camp. So this scumbag spread fake news!"

"After so many bad things, the Imperial Army is afraid of retribution when they return, so they want to stir up trouble and cause the city to fall again? This time, let the undead take over?"

"What a piece of shit!"

……

"My daughter was kidnapped by this bastard's men, and now I don't know where she was sold to!"

"Me too! Look at my broken arm. It was caused by his lackeys!"

"Lord Aize, please avenge us and don't let him go!"

"Yes! We can't let him go! Beat him to death!"

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death! Beat him to death..."

Amidst the discussions, anger quickly swelled. Whispers and individual scoldings soon merged into a deafening, unified roar that was deafening.

At one point it even drowned out the volume of the battle going on outside the city.

Aize slowly lowered his body and looked at Bill with contempt:

"Mr. Trecker, if I remember correctly, you seem to be preparing to surrender right now, instead of appearing here to participate in mass activities. Why? Knowing that it's all over, you took your men to do a team-building event after the group is over?"

"Lord Aize, I... I..."

Bill, who thought everything would be fine after he joined Rosaline, suddenly had a complete brain blank.

He had once ridden on the heads of an entire city of humans, but now he was so frightened that his entire body was paralyzed and he couldn't even stand up.

But he is still struggling.

Aize's eyes were sharp, cold, contemptuous, and filled with a chilling murderous intent.

This doesn't look like someone who can beg for mercy.

He was surrounded by extremely angry crowds. Let alone escaping, if it weren't for the guards trying their best to maintain order, he would have been torn to pieces by now.

As for his subordinates who bullied the weak and feared the strong, they all fell silent when they saw the wind direction change, and many of them even sneaked away. It was impossible to expect them to take action against the Royal Guards.

There is only one hope left to survive.

"Lady Rosalyn, save me! Save me! Please save me!"

Bill turned around, dragging his body that seemed to no longer belong to him, and crawled like a maggot towards the pure white saint not far behind him.

The guards on the side almost immediately raised their feet to step on him to the ground, but were stopped by Aize's eyes, indicating that they should let him go for the time being.

The "Imperial Chamber of Commerce Representative" crawled towards Rosaline unhindered.

"Lady Rosalyn, I've done everything I should do, whether it's providing personnel and supplies or inciting the crowd. I've done it all. You promised to help me. Please save me! Save me!"

"Don't……"

Rosalyn held her head with her eyes downcast. Her drooping hair completely covered her facial features, making it impossible to see her expression, and her mumblings could not be heard clearly.

What can be confirmed is that his body has been shaking.

"Lady Rosalyn, I...I'm willing to do anything. Please, please..."

Bill, crying, finally crawled to Rosaline's feet.

Then--

“Don’t come over here, ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

The moment his hand touched the hem of the robe, the Pure White Saint let out an unprecedented sharp roar.

Chapter 100 Backlash

Whether in her previous life in her hometown or in this world where she was reborn as a hero and traveled through time, the world that Rosaline saw and felt was completely different from that of others.

Prayers, wishes, unwillingness, all kinds of emotions fill every place at all times. These abstract existences that other people cannot perceive at all have become the key for the Pure White Saint to understand and contact the time in front of her.

Its importance even exceeds conventional senses such as vision and hearing.

However, this set of mechanisms, which had never had any problems in the past, faced unprecedented challenges from the moment it entered Lierbas.

As usual, she could feel the uneasiness and despair in the air.

But without faith, a medium emotion with strong directionality, Rosalind could not touch and perceive these emotions specifically, and was simply wandering around like a headless fly.

Until she caught a clue:

"The resettlement area in the east of the city, separated from the general public by a wall, holds many orcs who were captured and injured in previous battles. They are receiving treatment."

Savoring the uneasiness and anger that accompanied this information, Rosaline intuitively realized that this incident would become her breakthrough.

And fate seems to favor her as always.

Shortly after receiving the above news, a middle-aged man came over and claimed to be Rhett Schmien, the leader of the local resistance army, and took the initiative to ask for cooperation.

Rosalyn had never heard of this name before, but she didn't need to hear it.

In my mind, I threw this name into the surging local emotional wave and received only positive feedback, which shows that he is extremely popular here.

If such a person is willing to help you, then what is there to hesitate about?

Do it.

At first, things went smoothly.

Under her usual speeches and mobilization, the emotions of the local people watching around her actually began to focus on Rosalind, even to the extent that she could touch them with her fingertips.

As long as she opens the closed door, everything will return to the familiar track for Rosalyn.

However, it did not.

The tightly closed door opened, and Aize, who had been waiting for a long time, announced the truth to everyone watching around.

Before Rosalyn could even see clearly what was happening, her consciousness was already engulfed by the emotions that surged like a raging wave.

Anger, suspicion, contempt, these intense hostile emotions that had almost never occurred to Lady Pure White Saint in the past, almost made her brain crash in an instant, and she was in such chaos that she couldn't think of anything valuable.

And this is even just the beginning.

Rhett Schmieden was a pseudonym; his real name was Bill Trecker.

The moment this name was made public, Rosaline didn't even need to test it as she had before. A rage like a raging flame surged into the sky, and Opportunity burst out from the crowd in an instant, completely engulfing Rosaline.

My brain, along with my entire body, felt scorching hot. My already blurry vision flickered, flickering like a broken television.

Even to the point where one could lose consciousness if they weren't careful.

However, Rosaline is Rosaline after all, and the title of Pure White Saint is definitely not in vain.

“Woo… huh—huh—”

Relying on her amazing perseverance and talent, she managed to suppress the torrent of emotions that was enough to overwhelm all her senses, and temporarily regained control of her body.

I must take this opportunity to leave quickly, otherwise, not to mention anything else, it is possible that I will bleed from all seven orifices and die on the spot.

Then, Rosaline looked up and saw Bill lying on the ground, crawling towards her uglyly like an oversized maggot.

"Lady Rosalyn, I've done everything I should do, whether it's providing personnel and supplies or inciting the crowd. I've done it all. You promised to help me. Please save me! Save me!"

"...?"

What is this guy talking about?

Have you done everything you should do?

Did you promise him?

What is he talking about?

Do not understand.

There is no time to figure it out.

Because Rosaline found that as this guy got closer, the rage that she had suppressed with great difficulty was rebounding at an extremely fast speed.

Moreover, the targeting shifted more and more clearly from the person in front of him to himself.

"don't want……"

Rosalyn shook her head.

Her thoughts had left her, her faith and perception were completely paralyzed, and her biological instincts, which had been suppressed for two lifetimes, began to awaken from the deepest corners of her heart.

A bitter, unfamiliar feeling called fear began to spread, almost instantly taking over the entire body.

Then--

"Don't come over here, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The moment his hand touched the hem of his clothes, before his brain even realized what was happening, a sharp scream was uttered.

Is this... my own voice?

No, this is not possible.

As a carrier of everyone's faith, we must always remain calm, keep smiling, and face everything others offer us equally.

The principles that Rosalyn always adhered to were not forgotten even at this moment.

But the situation has gotten out of control.

His body stood up from the ground on its own, wanting to escape from the terrifying existence in front of him that had turned into an indescribable thing, and fled backwards.