After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

"It's okay... I didn't... I didn't... I wasn't... No, no no no, I didn't..."

The Pure White Saint looked extremely weak and her mind was extremely unstable.

Last night, at the scene of the riot, she was unknowingly tied up with Bill, the adult who was causing trouble for the people. Therefore, through the network of faith, she directly suffered the anger of everyone present.

Although the situation was temporarily relieved thanks to Aize's rescue, it was only the beginning of a series of subsequent troubles.

The civilians in the shelter at that time were seriously ill patients in the city and their families.

As the sky brightened and the flow of people intensified, these eyewitnesses quickly spread the news of what happened throughout the city through word of mouth.

Combined with the notices posted everywhere and the ongoing vigorous investigation and public trial, it can be said that in today's Lilbas, no one is unaware of what happened last night.

In fact, quite a number of people only know the exaggerated version.

The resulting negative emotions, such as anger, malice, and even hatred directed at Rosaline, surged from all directions like a tide and poured directly into her mind unhindered.

All kinds of vicious scolding, ridicule, insults, and curses lingered in my ears, within reach yet lingering.

These unprecedented experiences have contributed to Rosalyn's current deteriorating condition.

On the other hand, since Aize's goal was to test the characteristics of the faith network and put this uncontrollable beast in a cage, he was still merciful.

Through means such as leaking information and conducting trials, the overall situation remains in an uncertain state.

If he had just insisted that Rosaline and Bill were allies, then Lady Pure White Saint probably wouldn't even have the chance to open her eyes.

"Uh... uh—"

After tossing and turning on the bed, Rosaline, who had not eaten or drunk anything since last night, failed to vomit anything. She could only curl up again and tremble continuously.

This made the little girl even more anxious:

"Lady Rosalin, why have you become like this? Were you ambushed by the demons? Or... because we failed the test, and so... the price has fallen on you!?"

As the individual who directly received the oracle in the Holy City incident, Jane's fanaticism, blindness and purity in faith far surpassed those adults outside who had some personal emotions.

In other words, the speech she just gave outside was not misleading.

But she herself really thought so.

Even now, seeing Rosaline's embarrassment, he would certainly continue along this line of thought.

That is, always reflect on yourself, always look for problems in yourself, and never question Rosaline.

However, this piety no longer means anything to Rosaline today.

"Wu... I'm not... I didn't... I... I didn't know he was a traitor, I didn't know... I didn't know... I really..."

Another flood of consciousness came, and Rosaline immediately fell into panic again, constantly talking to herself, and completely ignoring the language information that her physical body was directly exposed to.

"Lady Rosalyn... What should we do now?"

This made Jane, who was standing by the bed, at a loss as to what to do. She could only close her eyes and start praying.

"Merciful and omniscient goddess, please send down your oracle to guide your devout followers and find a way to atone for our sins!"

However, there was no response.

Regardless of whether the oracle she had heard before came from Rosaline or the faith network itself, it was destined to be ineffective in the isolated faith hollow area of Lilbas.

As for Rosalyn, I'm afraid she herself doesn't know how to deal with this situation.

Between futility and confusion, as the torrent gradually passed, Rosalyn's expression slowly relaxed.

He no longer struggled in pain, but lay motionless with his eyes closed, as if asleep.

But that doesn't mean it's over.

The same situation has been repeated more than ten times in the past few hours.

According to experience, in ten minutes at most, when the next wave of emotions comes, Rosalyn will fall into even greater torment than before.

We have to think of a way.

"Aize..."

"Hmm? What?"

Jane's eyes widened as if she had heard something suddenly. She knelt down beside Rosalyn's bed and put her ear close to her as best she could.

Then, she heard the name again, more clearly and definitely:

"Aize..."

"Master Aize? Master Rosalyn, do you want me to call Master Aize here?"

"..."

There was no response. Rosalyn had lost consciousness, and only her weak breathing proved that she was still alive.

So, no matter what the Pure White Saint meant, Jane no longer had any choice.

She stood up, clenched her fists, and bent down hard towards the unconscious Rosaline:

"Please wait a moment, Lady Rosalyn. I...I'll leave now! I'll be sure to call Lady Aize over!"

Chapter 112 Beyond imagination

In order to take action against Rosaline and the faith network, Azer specifically asked Lysander to select a group of soldiers who were completely isolated from faith from the Royal Guards to form a special operations team to specifically deal with matters related to the faith network.

Last night, they were directly involved in all the actions that took place in the residential shelter, and the results proved the effectiveness of the strict selection - their actions were completely unnoticed by Rosalyn.

Therefore, after the members of the Pure White Saint Sect were released, they were also ordered to continue monitoring the ruins of the cultists.

While preventing conflicts between the locals and the Jihad Army, everything that happens there will be recorded and regularly transmitted to Aize.

Now, Lysander put such a report in front of Aize.

The content described above made the latter frown:

"There's been internal strife within the Pure White Saint Cult, and Rosaline herself is suspected to be seriously ill and incapacitated? This news...mainly the latter part, is it true?"

"It was reported that Rosalyn Meredith retreated to her bedroom after returning to their base last night and has not been seen since."

The tall imperial general, wearing armor, answered respectfully with his hands behind his back.

"Based on what the soldiers monitoring her overheard and what they heard from the cult members, it seems she's in a state so dire she's incapacitated. That's for sure."

"Um……"

Aize narrowed his eyes slightly.

Rosalyn Meredith is a hero. In addition to the protection provided by the blessing itself, she is also a priest-type hero who specializes in healing, purification and strengthening.

In this case, it is unlikely that she fell ill due to excessive fright.

So it is really because of the backlash of the faith network?

Thinking about what happened in the shelter last night, she seemed to be very sensitive to the collective emotions of the people around her.

Considering the time she was unable to move and what happened in the city during that time, and putting aside the possibility of feigning illness, there is only one possibility left.

Because of the posting of the notice and the spread of the news, the residents of the entire city felt collective disgust and anger towards Rosaline, which had a similar effect to last night, causing her to lose the ability to move.

“…No, that’s not right.”

"Master Aize, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing."

Aize shook his head.

The matter of Rosaline and the faith network has not yet been concluded, and the problem is becoming more complicated as we learn more about it.

It’s better not to let the Imperial Army know for the time being.

Then he changed the subject:

"What's the situation with the Undead Army outside the city? They've been very well behaved all day."

"According to reports, it seems they are constructing siege camps and various facilities. They are probably planning a long-term war."

"Heh, you only learned to slow down and take steady steps after a setback. What were you doing before? You wouldn't have thrown away so much combat power in vain last night with no progress. I don't know where you've been for the past few hundred years, just rotting and growing maggots, right?"

Aize sneered.

"How's the militia doing?"

"The first batch of troops has been formed and the officer in charge of the preparations said they can be deployed into battle as early as tonight."

Last night, Aize took advantage of the riots caused by Rosaline to announce a series of domestic measures against Lilbas, and the effect can be said to be immediate.

In just over half a day, the temporary conscription office had gathered a militia of more than a thousand people, and the number was still increasing.

These people, either out of hatred for the demons or out of desire for preferential treatment, could not wait to join the ranks of defending the city.

But its combat effectiveness is quite worrying.

Under the orcs' rule, the living conditions of the rest of the human race in Lilbas, aside from their lackeys, were extremely worrisome. Lacking food and clothing, and suffering from heavy labor, many people were even on the brink of life and death.

As for combat experience, organization, weapon use and other necessary battlefield knowledge, they are completely non-existent.

If they were thrown onto the battlefield now, a one-to-one exchange with the zombies would be a good result. However, this kind of disregard for human life is simply unimaginable for Lilbas, whose resources are already limited.

So, Aize shook his head:

"Don't worry, it's not time yet. Make sure they have completed their basic training before sending them into the battlefield."

"Understood. Everything will be done according to your wishes."

Lysander stood at attention and saluted.

"Lord Aize, I believe it is necessary to inspect the city's situation once more before sunset. If you have no other instructions, please allow me to take my leave."

"Well, go ahead. The attack should begin again after nightfall. I'll meet you on the city wall then. I'll personally direct the entire process tonight."

"Yes!"

The tall general turned around, lifted the curtain of the tent and left.

He passed by Villian who was walking in with a pile of papers.

The latter walked straight to the table, pulled over a chair and sat next to Aize, then his body softened and leaned on him.

"worn out……"

"Thank you for your hard work. How is it going?"

"I've taught them the blueprints for the puppet parts, but honestly, their skills are incredibly poor. I'm really worried about the quality of the finished product."

There is a serious shortage of manpower, and serious combat puppets are essential to protect this city.

Since the orcs operated this place as an important stronghold, they gathered a large number of human civilians and slaves with certain craftsmanship skills in the city, so Aize thought of letting them be responsible for this aspect.

But it seems that it is not that easy.

Aize smoothed the witch's slightly curly purple hair and pretended to be relaxed:

"Don't worry, take your time. Those stubborn guys from the Eternal Dynasty won't reveal their cards for now. We still have plenty of time."

"Um……"

Villian nodded, and turned her head slightly which was leaning on Aize's shoulder, her eyes falling on the information on Aize's desk.

"what is that?"

"The latest information about Rosaline and the Pure White Saint Cult. I was just about to mention this. Would you like to take a look first?"

The witch was stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes and buried her head in Aize's chest:

"No~ I've already read enough documents today. I'm going to throw up if I read any more! Just tell me directly."

Aize was stunned for a moment:

"...It's okay. It's called intelligence, but there's not much important information..."

A brief summary of the intelligence obtained from Lysander, including the conflict between the sect and the locals, internal divisions, and Rosaline's situation.

When the last sentence was mentioned, Villian, who had been exhausted just now, suddenly sat up. Even the dejection on her face was swept away, and she became extremely excited:

"You mean, that weird woman is about to die?"

"It's not death...right? But it's definitely affected in some way."

"Tsk tsk, you deserve it! That bastard was so distracted from his duties that he only thought about causing trouble for you. Wasn't he trying to dethrone you from your position as the controller of the entire city last night? He turned out to be incredibly clueless and stupid. You deserve this fate!"