Within the scene, there was a stifling, sinister underground city, filled with the sounds of battle and cries of killing.
As the image gradually focused, Brian’s burly figure, as mighty as a bear, appeared before his eyes.
Every vision given by the Script was always fragmented and discontinuous, and this time was no exception.
Amidst the flickering, black-and-white scenes, the battle seemed to have already ended, and the image froze once again.
Litt noticed that in Brian’s arms, a woman covered in blood was lying quietly.
From the Script’s description, this woman and Brian were comrades, but had also shared a deeper connection.
Just as he had once said, within a hero’s party, comrades are not necessarily just comrades; sometimes, they are people you depend on for a night.
He and this woman shared precisely such a relationship.
Though the two had never spoken about it openly, Brian’s feelings for her ran far deeper than mere camaraderie.
But…
In the image, the woman’s chest seemed to have been pierced by some kind of monster’s fangs.
Her eyes had already lost all their luster, turning completely lifeless, while Brian simply held her quietly.
He did not utter any cries of grief, nor did he kneel and wail.
After a long while, he merely stood up silently, his tall figure casting a long, lonely shadow under the flickering torchlight.
The scene stopped there, and Litt finally snapped back to reality, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Her face was as pale as paper, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and she was gasping for breath.
“What’s wrong?”
Brian saw Litt’s face suddenly turn pale, and quickly moved to support her.
But Litt just waved her hand, steadying herself against the wall as she stood up.
She kept sorting through the chaotic information in her mind, analyzing and filtering, until she finally reached a conclusion.
This was what the Prophecy of the Script foresaw would soon happen to Brian.
Litt couldn’t figure it out for a moment.
Logically speaking, in the usual format of “left-the-party” web novels, the Script shouldn’t spend so much detail on the events of side characters.
If something was highlighted, it meant the event must be tied to the main plot.
Otherwise, for the readers, it would just feel like pointless filler and attract criticism.
So… what essential connection did the death of this woman, who had a relationship with Brian, have to the main story?
Litt once again focused on the information given by the Script.
Amidst the complicated and jumbled text and images, Litt finally found something noteworthy.
After Brian stood up, he walked straight toward a giant head.
The head’s neck had already been severed, and its fangs were stained with traces of blood.
And most importantly… it was a Demon’s head.
Brian raised his axe high, bringing it down fiercely upon the dead Demon’s head.
The scene froze once more.
Litt rubbed her temples, and from these shattered, messy fragments, she was able to make a rough guess.
After the Scarlet Legion entered the underground city, they encountered this extremely powerful Demon and engaged in a brutal battle.
In the fight, the woman named Hera would die as a result.
Demon.
This was a very crucial word.
“Do you need me to call a doctor for you?”
Brian looked at Litt, who was silent and pale, and asked in concern.
“You look like you’re having a hypoglycemic episode. I have some candy here… maybe with a bit of alcohol in it. Want one?”
“Mm, thank you.”
Litt knew her behavior just now had been strange.
Since Brian said she looked like she had low blood sugar, she might as well go along with it and admit it.
After taking the alcohol-flavored candy, Litt’s mind began working again.
She looked at Brian in front of her.
A bold, loyal man who truly cared for his brothers.
When Red left the Dawnblade, he was the first to check on Red’s condition.
In a way, he was indeed a good man.
So…
Litt really didn’t want him to experience what was foretold by the Script.
To be honest, she disliked tragedies—especially those that played out before her own eyes.
The Script could be rewritten.
Maybe just a small hint from her would be enough to change the fate of the woman named Hera.
But the subsequent development of the main plot… would it be greatly affected?
Litt pondered this for a while.
No… that’s not right…
The Script’s main purpose was probably to use Hera’s death to drive the following events and bring more attention to the matter of the Demons.
Perhaps it had something to do with the Demon Potion developed by the Black Church, but that wasn’t the main point…
Even gravely injuring her and putting her into a coma would be enough to arouse the readers’ hatred toward the villains.
So, this woman named Hera didn’t necessarily have to die.
Having thought of this, Litt said to Brian,
“By the way, since you’ve bought so much, I’ll throw in an extra piece of Armor for you.”
As she spoke, Litt fetched a more exquisite set of Armor from the inner room, covered in magical formations.
Compared to those for sale outside, this set was more expensive and much stronger in defense.
But this was a set of Armor designed exclusively for women, and with Brian’s build, there was no way he could wear it.
So when Brian saw the Armor, he was stunned.
“Hey, what are you giving me this for? There’s no way I could fit into it.”
While Brian was confused, Litt said with a gentle smile,
“Just because you can’t wear it doesn’t mean no one else can. I heard you’re quite close with a party member named Hera, so… I think you know what I mean.”
Hearing this, Brian was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed good-naturedly.
“That Red, why did he tell you about that? Damn brat, I’ll have words with him later… But thanks anyway. If you hadn’t brought it up, I’d almost forgotten to get Hera a new set of Armor. She’s been wearing her old one for almost a year and always says she doesn’t have the money to replace it.”
“You’re welcome.”
Under Litt’s watchful gaze, Brian walked out, carrying a huge stack of Armor.
At this moment, Litt wanted to consult the Script in her mind to see what would happen next, but…
The Script acted as if it were playing dead, giving no response at all.
“Damn!”
***
At the same time, elsewhere, Red received a very important piece of information from his good brother Mason.
He said that yesterday, someone named Satania had come to him with a bottle of blood-red potion, looking to cooperate with Liz.
It seemed that they intended to join forces against him.
To be honest, Red had never really considered Liz an enemy.
But… if she truly intended to work with such a force, Red would show no mercy.
Fortunately, according to Mason, Liz had no intention of cooperating with them.
According to the information Mason provided, the Black Church member named Satania was currently hiding in a small single-story house near the White Church Convent.
“Hiding in plain sight?”
To be honest, Red was somewhat surprised when he heard this.
Whether it was the White Church’s negligence or the Black Church’s boldness, it was unexpected.
Following the familiar road, Red soon arrived near the White Church Convent.
Now the place had regained its usual peace and serenity.
If it weren’t for the faint ruins of the stage, Red would have thought the previous chaos of the open day had never happened at all.
“That little house…”
According to Mason’s description, after walking around the area near the White Church Convent, Red quickly locked onto the small house.
Honestly… it was really tiny.
Looking through the window, he could see only a kitchen that doubled as a dining and living area.
The tightly shut door beside it probably led to the only bedroom, and a smaller door in the corner must lead to the toilet.
A typical lower-class dwelling, so cramped that it offered almost no privacy.
Yet, at this moment, the tiny space… was empty.
The target isn’t here?
Red frowned slightly, quickly withdrawing his gaze and blending into the shadows, ready to retreat to a more concealed spot nearby to wait and observe.
Just as he was about to move—
“Woof! Woof! Woof!!”
Where did that dog bark come from?
She’s making animal noise again isn’t she