Dennise looked at Raymond, who was kneeling before her. Then, she glanced at the surrounding undead. Her face continued to be bewildered. But the undead around her wouldn’t be. Aside from the Evil Spirit that had almost reached the level of a Fierce Spirit, two ‘Battlefield Undead’ consciously stood behind Dennise, while twelve high-ranking Evil Spirits and three hundred Wraith Warriors knelt down simultaneously. “For Her Majesty the Queen, we pledge our death!” The twelve high-ranking Evil Spirits said in unison. Did I just become a queen? The Evil Spirit, close in power to the Fierce Spirits, stood in the void, watching Dennise’s departing figure. “Your Majesty, please wait a moment!” “Your loyal servant will return soon!” It muttered to itself. Then, turning around, it bellowed to the Undead before it: “We are too few now!” “We are too weak now!” “We must become more numerous!” “We must become stronger!!” “We must always be ready for our Queen!” “Target: Ancient Seas Battlefield!” The being, nearing the power of Fierce Spirits, turned and headed towards the shore. Twelve high-ranking Evil Spirits. Three hundred Wraith Warriors. Following closely behind! And the two ‘battlefield Undead’? Already exceptional, they had set out even earlier. However, before they left. They left a ‘blessing’ for Dennise. They could not depart without taking precautions. Returning the same way, Raymond concealed all traces. He leaned against that pit, quietly waiting for the guard to bring dinner and leave once again before he stood up. He noticed the actions of his peers. He, too, could not afford to be left behind. This place is a prison! There had to be others besides me! They are all sinners! They ought to atone for their sins! To die for the King is the best atonement! With that thought, Raymond once again got into action. He crawled back into the hole and started digging to the sides. Dennise returned to the beach. The sky had turned completely dark. A torch was planted in the sand on the beach. Jason was still practicing ‘Charge.’ With a push of his feet, Jason charged forward nearly 10 meters and stood firmly in place. There was no wobbling. And no discomfort whatsoever. A gleam of joy flickered across Jason’s face. The text before him confirmed the precise information— [Mastered the secret technique ‘Charge’ (Basic)] [Charge (Basic): This is a secret technique that does not require hand gestures or understanding of Dufol Language to learn but does require a certain physical foundation; it began spreading among many powers but ultimately became a compulsory secret technique chosen by warriors and Knights in the barracks; Effect: Consumes a certain amount of physical strength to charge forward 10 meters at a temporarily increased agility of +0.3.] (Note: This is the most basic version of the secret technique, and the stronger the body, the more power ‘Charge’ can exert) The sound of his heart beating reached his ears. It was like war drums, like thunder. In a trance, Jason seemed to see an enemy army of thousands charging in front of him. He held a longsword and wore armor but stood utterly alone. It seemed as though he could hear the old Knight’s final shout echoing in his ears. Instinctively, Jason charged forward! The shining Dufol Language appeared before him, branding itself upon his heart. As blood flowed through his heart, it carried more energy, dispersing it throughout Jason’s body. Taking a deep breath, Jason opened his eyes. He remembered the loud shout from the old Knight. “Is this also a gift you’ve left behind?” Jason murmured to himself. Feeling inevitably melancholic, Dennise approached at that moment. “Jason~ Let’s go eat~” The words were as usual, but Jason felt there was a triumphant tone in Dennise’s voice.