"Wu wu..."

Scarlett was still walking and crying on the side, not sure if it was because of the piercing pain in her scapula, or the grief of losing her mother that made her cry.

In any case, she had completely lost the arrogant and imposing demeanor she had when she first met Merka.

Now, she was just a sad little girl.

"Ouch... Sister Bordeaux. Can you go easier? Do you know how strong your grip is?"

Merka uncomfortably arched his shoulders. He glanced at Scarlett who was crying constantly and whispered to Bordeaux behind him.

"Why didn't they put me on that device too... Scarlett looks so pitiful like this."

"Men have to be considerate, after all."

Bordeaux replied to Merka.

"But her mentality is really bad, at this level... and she dares to leave the main force and come alone to find Duke George."

"She lacks any sense, truly a sheltered lady."

"All my comrades have died several times, none of them were like her."

Bordeaux adjusted the pressure on Merka's back, letting him relax a bit, and also closed the distance between them for easier conversation.

"Can a mother and comrades be treated equally? Sister Bordeaux, could you tone it down a bit?"

After a final glance at Scarlett, Merka slightly turned his head to focus on the conversation with Bordeaux.

"Where is Xiangjun, do you know this person?"

"He is Duke George's boyfriend, and we got separated on the battlefield before. Do you know how she is doing now?"

Upon hearing Merka's question, Bordeaux pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"She's dead."

"Mira was being tracked by a guerrilla squad sent by Maria to erase all evidence. She burned down the previous battlefield with magic."

"That man doesn't have much value, unlike you and Scarlett."

"These lunatics won't leave any survivors."

Bordeaux said flatly.

"I see... that's right."

Merka smiled bitterly, feeling a bit foolish to still hold on to some hope.

"By the way, can I ask about your plan?"

"How do you plan to ambush Mira, and when do you plan to do it?"

"If I know these, I can cooperate with you when the time comes..."

Merka's eyes held a hint of seeking advice.

"Well... That would naturally be when Mira reads your memory. Her attention is more focused at that time."

Bordeaux pointed to the huge Blood Sakura Dragon ridden by Mira and whispered to Merka.

"But those few angels around Mira are quite troublesome, we have to proceed cautiously."

"I will provide false information to her then..."

"Oh, forget about it, why am I telling you all this! It's not like me."

"At that time, I will give you a signal, and the two of us will charge. We'll end it by killing that guy! Except for that woman, the rest of them are a bunch of misfits. Even the angels don't listen to them much."

As Bordeaux spoke to Merka, her gaze stayed fixed on Mira, making a dismissive gesture.

"Alas..."

Merka sighed softly, seemingly lamenting his troubled fate.

"Wu wu."

Scarlett was still crying, and it seemed like her crying was getting louder.

"Ugly freak. Cry one more time and I'll put a hole in you."

The heathen escorting Scarlett from behind seemed a bit impatient. She raised her gun, seemingly ready to execute her on the spot.

"Wait... Miss, uh, even though she is an unforgivable Maria faction member, she's still just a child, we can't handle her like this."

"The Lady of the Heavenly Spirit wants to connect with all beings, so naturally there is kindness."

"You are the bigger person here, please show some mercy... hehe."

Merka quickly approached with a smile, his flattering words and handsome yet frail face even pleased the devout heathen. She grunted lightly, as if tacitly approving of Merka's actions.

"Still hurting...? Let me use magic to alleviate some of the pain for you."

Merka approached Scarlett, placing his hand on her wrist, intending to use magic.

But Merka suddenly noticed that Scarlett seemed to be holding something in her hand.