The next day.
The prison.
"Stop dreaming, that man is surely dead." The dwarf, bound by chains and kneeling on the ground, sneered as he looked at the two human females interrogating him.
He chuckled softly.
"The moment he drew the Sword of Light, that knight was consumed by the wrath of the gods, turned to ash."
"If I were you, I wouldn't say that." Fifine's voice was icy as she looked at Letixia beside her, who seemed to have turned into an emotionless doll. She silently sighed in her heart, realizing that the kingdom had indeed been saved.
However, the whereabouts of the silver-clad knight protecting Letixia remained unknown; to put it bluntly, he was most likely dead.
He was consumed by the flames of Surter the moment he drew the Sword of Light.
