Prelude No. 25

  After the knights arrived, Usagi went ahead to contact the witch, and Penny had no choice but to rest in the town with the knights.

  At this time, Penny Sien sat in a corner, quietly meditating. As her thoughts touched the magic net, the elements around her emitted waves of irregular tremors.

  The daily homework of a mage, apart from studying magic, is to dig deep into their mind to explore deeper levels of the magical network.

  This practice is not worth wasting ink on, analyzing the touched magic web structure to infer a suitable next layer of magic web construction for oneself, and constantly probing and touching until the end, even if only seeing a vague shadow, can prove that this mage has gone deeper into the hall of arcana.

  The factors that affect meditation, apart from the practitioner's innate talent and familiarity with the magic web, are mostly waiting for the luck of a glimpse of spiritual light, which has a bit of a blind cat killing a mouse flavor to it.

  So it's easy to fall asleep during meditation, which is why there are those backless meditation stools.

  It was clear that Penny had no inspiration now, and soon ended this meaningless sitting. She opened her eyes to find several paladins praying in front of her, so she took a few more glances.

  In Penny's view, people who have been brainwashed by faith since childhood are undoubtedly pitiful. If the doctrine is a bit normal, it's okay. Every time she thinks of those crazy people from the Benn (Tyranny God) Lavita Church (Goddess of Abuse) in Serl, Penny gets chills.

  However, Tiel's doctrine is still acceptable to Pan Ni. After all, abiding by the law and upholding justice are the codes of conduct for model citizens in any world. As long as he doesn't reveal his true face as a Red Robe Master, they should get along relatively harmoniously.

  The four holy knights prayed devoutly and quietly, if they were in a grand cathedral, it would definitely be a medieval-style painting, Penny quietly appreciated the scene.

  The female knight, Seraphina Grophia, whispered softly to herself, her face serene and peaceful. The snow-covered sunlight streaming through the window illuminated her golden hair and armor, and although the background was a humble wooden hut, it was still filled with a holy atmosphere.

  Feeling extremely bored, he began to daydream, and this scene was rarely seen in his past life - a truly heroic and determined female warrior.

  After a long time, the female warrior seemed to have noticed the gaze on her and opened her eyes to look at Penny for a while. Penny had nothing to hide in her heart, her gaze was very calm, her face didn't change color, nor did she deliberately avoid eye contact.

  Seragrofia seemed to have never encountered such a situation, she lowered her head as if deep in thought for a moment, then got up and walked towards the young man sitting in the corner. The movement of her steps made her armor produce a crisp clanging sound. Two gazes stared directly at Penny's eyes, opening her mouth, but seemingly unable to think of what to say, she just stood there awkwardly.

  "If my gaze makes you uncomfortable, I apologize," Penny said.

  "Yes... Mr. Sion, but for the warriors of Tir, this is not a crime that can be used to accuse... so you don't need to apologize." Seragrofia chose her words carefully, seeming somewhat embarrassed: "I just want to ask you privately not to continue looking at me with that kind of gaze."

  "Hah!" This typical Saint Warrior logic sounded cute and laughable to Penny, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. Only then did she remember that the female Saint Warrior in front of her was only 15 or 16 years old, and still a novice warrior who hadn't been in "society" for very long. Because of Penny's laughter, Seraphina's face turned red, and her tone became stuttering:

  "Mr. Xi, please stop laughing."

  "Alright, I won't laugh, I won't look." Penny stifled her laughter and closed her eyes.

  "It's very impolite for a gentleman not to look into his partner's eyes during conversation," added Seraphina.

  "You just asked me not to look at you, these two requests are a bit contradictory." Penny helplessly opened her eyes again, looking at the female warrior's red face and tongue-tied expression, feeling even more interesting.

  "Don't be too hard on Serra, friend. She's only just graduated from the temple this year and it's her first time away from home." Kamanan opened his eyes, smiling at Panni, not seeming to be angry about the matter: "I hope she has a good experience."

  "Is it good? To fight with mad warriors or demon followers?" Penny shook her head indifferently.

  "As the favored child of Tyr, one must grow in the struggle to uphold justice. Though fraught with peril, we believe that passion, justice and love will yield the sweetest fruit." Kamael patted Serah's head: "Though sacrifice is inevitable, spreading the voice of Tyr is worth it for us."

  In the end, the Holy Knight had a solemn expression, and the female apprentice knight also had a serious look.

  Penny nodded, saying nothing. One of the few principles he had followed since his rebirth was not to comment on other people's beliefs, and he also believed that a world with faith was much more interesting than one without it.

  "Mr. Xi'en, this is for you." Suddenly, Seraphina pulled out a small booklet from her waist and handed it to Penny: "I hope you can occasionally refer to the teachings of Lord Tiel, and if you can worship devoutly, that would be even better."

  Penny opened the booklet and found it was a textbook on Tyr, with dense annotations inside, she couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

  "Apprentice warrior Serra, do not interfere with others' beliefs without permission." Kama Joe's expression suddenly turned serious: "Cannot force someone to believe in something against their will."

  "If the other party has seen our doctrine, wouldn't they be moved to tears by the infection of love and justice, and give rise to thoughts of worship?" Seraphina said solemnly: "The bishop also taught me to always pay attention to spreading the voice of my Lord."

  Kamajyo shook his head helplessly.

  "So, I'll take it." Panni forced a smile, finally realizing that this female warrior was just an inexperienced half-loli. He patted Sera's head in a grown-up manner, completely unaware that he was still shorter than her by half a head: "Thanks."

  The young warrior's face showed a few pleased threads, turned to Kamajo and said: "Officer, I successfully developed a potential believer."

  "You should go and consult with His Excellency the Bishop." Camajò sighed.

  However, this perfunctory remark obviously did not dampen Serra's enthusiasm. Seeing her proud and confident appearance, Penny was somewhat afraid to imagine what the consequences would be if the other party knew that she was a Red Robe apprentice.

  It's worth noting that Thiel and the good camp gods and Ser's red robe are old enemies.

  "I'm back!" The door opened and the performance artist walked in, brushing off the snow on his body, scanning the crowd in the room: "Buddies, we've got work to do."