The one everyone had assumed dead, Muriel, made a slight movement.
Her thin right hand trembled as it touched her chest, pouring out holy power.
By healing her body herself, she barely managed to sit up. Rex hurried to support her.
“Your Grace! You’re alive! Oh, ‘Strict Order and Goodness’ above! Thank you!”
“…By the blessing of the Divine, I narrowly avoided my heart being struck.”
Once she credited it to God’s protection, a plausible miracle took shape. Rex also noticed no irregularities.
In truth, she had not dodged death. She simply did not need to avoid it because she was already dead to begin with.
‘Still, I’m not entirely unscathed. I should visit the Holy Land soon.’
At that moment, Rex tactfully changed the subject first.
“Your Grace, there is something I must report. Sir Clovis, who served as your escort, was… cut down by the Black Magic Swordsman… Khhhp….”
“He has ascended to the heavens.”
Muriel finished the sentence that Rex could not bring himself to complete.
It…