No one dared to respond to Elixir’s declaration filled with hatred.

Neither the sinners nor even the three who could face Lin with a clear conscience had any way to intervene.

Even though they wanted to alleviate Lin’s anger, Elixir’s lack of reaction to the words of these three left them helpless.

Lucy and Arsil stood frozen in tears, paralyzed by the condemnation directed at them. Tigria quietly sobbed, feeling a hollow pain as though something had pierced her chest.

The others, too, remained silent as they watched the scene replaying their own actions toward Lin, feeling every bit of shame they deserved. Those who had once tried to talk back were now too afraid, having seen the Hero’s party verbally battered into submission.

Among them, Nydrian alone held onto her composure.

‘If we back down now, the Shieldbearer will surely turn our savior into a demon.’