Retracting his gaze, Kael slowly walked up to the woman in the Red Robe,
"Thank you for your help, Nabila... Miss."
Kael nodded slightly, showing his respect.
Standing before him was Nabila, once a member of the Church and now the leader of the Undead troupe.
"Lord Kael."
In response to Kael's gratitude, Nabila's expression looked somewhat troubled.
She unconsciously stepped back two paces.
"Please move your Great Sword a bit further away."
"The energy remaining on it makes me uncomfortable."
"Sorry, sorry."
Kael quickly withdrew his sword, simultaneously increasing the distance between himself and Nabila.
In truth, he also wasn't too fond of the aura emanating from Nabila.
It was a cold, deathly feeling that made people instinctively reject it.
However, in this Land of Corrosion, Nabila and her Undead could move freely.
They had already been a great help to the Legion.
