In response to Udriela's proposal, Ryan let out a brief, ironic laugh that resonated strangely throughout that endless void.
The red-haired woman observed him in complete silence for a moment, keeping her hands clasped before speaking.
"Do you not believe my words, Ryan?" she asked in a soft voice that did not denote annoyance, but rather a slight disappointment.
Ryan did not respond immediately. With complete deliberation, he guided his right hand and sheathed his sword.
He was well aware that any attempt to fight in that strange space was useless, since she herself had said she was only an image.
Then, he took a firm step forward, stopping a short distance away and fixing his gaze intensely on the woman's light-colored eyes.
"It's hard to believe in something that lacks logic," he replied coldly, crossing his arms over his coat.
"Are you implying that the church will simply forget the deaths of their valuable S-rank holy knights?" he continued questioning.
