Although the voice was weak, Kazaar recognized it imdiately. He quickly ran over and with the help of a strange glowing plant growing in the prison, he saw the figure speaking in the dim light.
"Annie, is that you Annie!?"
Kazaar was answered by a series of rapid breaths. The shadow on the cross in the cell seed to be trying hard to restrain sothing. After three or four seconds, it spoke again in a feeble voice:
"...Freya, she... she betrayed us. She frad us, saying we were monsters. Quickly go out... warn the others... don't believe anything the Saintess says...
ugh..."
Annie's words verified Kazaar's previous guess, and the next sentence was even more like a bolt from the blue.
"From the beginning... Freya had been deceiving us... She killed the Hero with cruel ans..."
Killed the Hero?
At this mont in the mory, Kazaar was as if he had just woken up from a dream. Everything seed to make sense now. Why the Hero rarely appeared after the victory, why the Saintess wouldn't let them visit the Hero before, and why the Hero wouldn't stop Freya's actions.
It turned out, it turned out...
"Demons? Could Freya be controlled by the remnants of the demons? Is it an evil demon? How could the Saintess be brainwashed? No, that's impossible..." Kazaar gritted his teeth, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief.
Kazaar could believe anyone being brainwashed by an evil demon.
Except for Freya.
She was the Radiant Saintess.
The embodint of all purity and goodness in the world. How could it be possible...
Indeed, it was not so.
"No, it's sothing more terrifying. I can feel it. No one can resist it... It's the collection of all evil. Freya has already... no...
I... I'm also going to..."
The shadow on the cross breathed even more intensely, and even the iron chains binding Annie seed to be shaking violently.
"The Great Guardian's notes... Freya has been looking for that thing. Maybe it can... ugh, ahhh..."
Before Annie could finish her last words, after a muffled roar, she suddenly fell silent.
"Annie? Annie!?"
Kazaar called out anxiously, but soon there was a response from the other side of the cell.
This ti, the response was no longer weak or intermittent, but the tone seed a bit strange.
"Kazaar, quickly let out. Let's go defeat Freya together, hurry."
"Save , Kazaar. Let's escape together!"
In his nervousness, Kazaar's mind might have been muddled at this point. He didn't notice anything unusual at all. He agreed repeatedly, wanting to quickly break open the cell door.
But this ti, his usually effective "Knock Spell" was blocked. The fence in front of him, although looking very fragile and made of ordinary materials, was harder than any stone.
"Kazaar, what are you doing? Hurry! Open it quickly!"
Annie urged impatiently from the shadows in the cell, her voice becoming a few pitches higher. Kazaar, sweating profusely, even directly used high-level spells to bombard the cell, but still to no avail. He couldn't even leave a mark on it.
How could this be possible?
A cell that an 8th-tier Demigod of Magic couldn't open. Kazaar was already stunned, completely uncomprehending.
And seeing Kazaar like this, Annie, hidden in the shadows, seed to beco enraged as well. She roared and rushed out, her appearance startling Kazaar outside the cell.
Because the original Annie had long since turned into the sa kind of bloody monster as before. Her body was bloated, with proliferating lumps of flesh replacing her limbs. The only thing remaining was her human skull, but this made it even more bizarre.
"Useless! Useless! Damn Saintess! Damn Freya! She used the Hero's relics to create this prison. She wants to enjoy the Hero's body alone.
Get out! Let out quickly!!"
"I don't want to beco a monster. No... get out, let out!!"
Annie's words had beco completely chaotic, with no logic in between. Kazaar looked at the frenzied Annie in the cage and retreated several steps.
He had received too much intelligence information in this prison.
So much that he was already having difficulty processing it. His brain didn't know what was true and what was false at all.
Kazaar even felt a bit dizzy, as if so will like those wriggling lumps of flesh was infiltrating his soul.
He broke out in a cold sweat and instantly sobered up.
He knew that he absolutely could not stay in this prison any longer.
I have to get out.
Kazaar gritted his teeth, apologized to the manic Annie, and also said sorry to all the companions who had been captured by Freya and seed to be undergoing so kind of bizarre imprisonnt in the prison.
He could only escape, running out of Stillwater Prison with all his might.
Fortunately.
It all went smoothly.
Freya didn't seem to be here and didn't discover him.
When he breathed the air outside, Reji could feel the sense of having escaped death in Kazaar's mory.
But imdiately following was a deep sense of confusion and loss.
The Hero was the pinnacle of humanity.
Even such a powerful figure died at the hands of the Saintess. If Freya were to capture him, he wouldn't stand half a chance.
What to do?
What should I do now!? What's the use of warning the other companions? Are we supposed to run for the rest of our lives?
And if this continues, the human civilization we had worked so hard to reclaim from the demons would be destroyed again.
Kazaar dared not imagine that with the elites in various fields of human wisdom constantly being subjected to the Saintess's machinations, the entire human civilization, let alone progressing further, might even regress who knows how much.
Freya was destroying the foundation of human progress.
It seed like she was rebuilding human civilization.
But in reality, she was secretly...
She was...
She was making humans degenerate! Kazaar knew he had to stop it.
Even if the Hero was gone.
He had to inherit his will and continue to protect the world.
Right!
I am Malvin's disciple.
The successor of the Great Guardian. I will not be defeated like this.
Kazaar's strong emotional upheaval from a thousand years ago was now being conveyed to Reji through the mory.
Such a firm belief in saving the world seed to also remind Kazaar of a point he had overlooked.
"Teacher's... notes, right! Annie ntioned this."
Although Kazaar didn't know what use the notes had.
But since Freya was also looking for it, it ant that this item must be extrely important.
Kazaar imdiately confird his goal.
The subsequent mory images began to beco fragnted.
The images in front of Reji's eyes beca more and more blurry.
This was not to say that the record was incomplete.
Rather, Reji could feel that it was Kazaar's own consciousness from a thousand years ago, his soul that seed to have encountered so kind of problem, causing the mory to beco blurred as well.
Many scenes flashed by in succession.
Reji tried his best to piece it together. It should be Kazaar going through great difficulties to finally find the other copy of Malvin's notes that had hidden as a relic.
And when the scene turned to the most crucial content in the notes, the mory fluctuated even more intensely, as if hinting at the emotions of the mory's owner at the ti, that feeling of complete collapse.
Buzz! The mory image abruptly ended here.
No matter how deep Reji delved, he couldn't find anything. Your adventure continues at m v|l-e'-
But at the end, Reji caught a glimpse of a certain sentence in that notebook, which was also the most morable one for Kazaar at the ti, allowing the blurred mory to be preserved at the end.
It was...
[Wrong...]
[We were all wrong.]
[It turns out the demons are... salvation.]
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