Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"Um... well, Aiwei, it's been two years. How have you been?"

Don't be fooled by Edward's usual smooth-talking with the maids; when he's around the person he likes, he turns into a stuttering, clueless straight man.

Argyle remained reserved, thinking that this was not the time for him to speak.

aloof, aloof...

Ai Wei simply covered her mouth and smiled upon hearing this:

"Yes, thank you for your concern. I'm doing quite well. My mother often takes me out to play, and I've seen many amazing mountains and rivers..."

"Oh right, let's not talk about me yet, Domi!"

She suddenly turned her attention to herself, which startled Domi.

He had thought that after saying hello, he would be done with his role and could focus on dealing with Shia, but he didn't expect Aiwei to come looking for him.

"I watched your match with Alger too! Such speed and such amazing skills! I didn't see you being that good when you were little, how did you suddenly become so strong? Is there some secret to it?"

Domi shrugged and said, "100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km run, every day."

"Hehe... You're still the same as before, always talking nonsense~"

Seeing Domi and Aiwei chatting and laughing, a vein throbbed on Xia's temple.

Didn't she see that she was already standing so close to Domi? And she still dared to come closer...

So he stepped forward and said, "It seems Domi doesn't want to say much to you. It would be impolite to keep asking about things that others don't want to talk about."

Aiwei merely glanced at Shia, seemingly ignoring her completely.

"Oh? Isn't this Princess Shia? Oh, so you're here. I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you earlier."

The other four people's lips twitched upon hearing this. The two had been at odds for a long time, and they would always be at each other's throats whenever they met. The reason for their conflict remained a mystery to this day.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit off, Edward and Argyle exchanged a glance and pulled Ivy aside together. Domi and Rosa also took Shia to the other side, forcibly separating the two.

"Why can't I chat with that little brat a bit more? I haven't seen her in years, I miss her so much!"

Domi gave a helpless, bitter smile: "Xia, you're three years older than Aiwei. Just let her have her way sometimes. We'll see each other all the time, there's no need to make things so awkward, is there?"

“Yes, yes, Sister Xia, Father taught us to be tolerant of others. I think you can definitely become good friends with Sister Aiwei!” Rosa also chimed in.

"She was wrong first! What does it have to do with me?"

"So what exactly happened? Can you tell me?"

In the past, Shia probably wouldn't have even told Domi.

But things are different now. Domi has passed all three of her tests and is now the 'soulmate' she has unilaterally decided to be. Their statuses are completely different now.

If it were Domi asking, she thought for a moment and decided not to hide anything from him anymore, organizing her thoughts:

"actually……"

He had barely uttered the words he had planned when a commotion arose outside.

"boom!"

Domi suddenly looked toward the town, where a loud bang had been heard, and a powerful and violent energy was gathering in the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

The moonlight seemed to be draped in a red wedding gown, pouring its crimson light onto the land of Bloomfield. People cried out in terror, and the atmosphere in the hall froze.

"What's going on?" the Duchess of Greenville asked anxiously.

Carlos looked outwards, his pupils seemingly veiled in a layer of gray, as if he could see scenes thousands of miles away.

"A few little bugs are trying to cause trouble in my territory."

"Is the giant tree not reacting?" Grisa discovered the blind spot.

“The giant tree can only block attacks from the outside. As for internal attacks, it won’t react unless it’s a demon,” Carlos said calmly, and then made a guess: “A non-demon group, if I’m not mistaken, it should be them.”

Grace seemed to have realized something too: "Could it be those lunatics?"

Carlos nodded: "It's rare to have all four of our children, plus Greenville's youngest daughter, and even the Imperial Princess all together. I doubt they'd pass up such a wonderful opportunity."

"I'll have Altaïr bring the Fomalhauts over to secretly protect the children. I'm going out for a bit."

Just before Carlos was about to leave, Greta grabbed his sleeve, her face filled with worry, and said, "Be careful..."

Carlos gave his wife a reassuring look: "Don't worry, there are only a handful of people in this world who can do anything to me. The Chaos Church is just a bunch of scum who only know how to steal and cheat."

After saying that, Carlos vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving only silver shards of light scattered behind.

He arrived above the castle atop the mountain, hovering in mid-air, looking down at the town.

A pillar of blood shot up from each of the four main directions, forming an array that cast a blood-red shadow over the moon. If left unchecked, there would likely be widespread casualties once this massive spell was finished.

As the lord of the territory, Carlos would never allow such a thing to happen.

So he silently recited the incantation.

Time seemed to slow down throughout the entire central urban area.

The dark night sky was shrouded in a layer of gray and white. In the darkness, one after another, illusory and broken clock towers appeared out of thin air. Each clock tower had a different time and a different architectural style, as if... as if they were creations from different times and different eras!

"Domain - Eternal City".

Each area within the domain had a different flow of time. Under Carlos's deliberate control, time not only stopped flowing in the areas where the four beams of light were emitted, but instead began to reverse.

Meanwhile, time seems to pass faster in some areas.

Time rewinds, and soon the beams of light gradually thin out until they disappear.

Having dealt with the biggest crisis, Carlos rushed into one of the areas, simultaneously pausing the other three.

There, the members of the Chaos Church brutally murdered nine innocent citizens and used their blood to draw an evil magic circle. It was through this magic circle that they were able to release the pillar of light.

Just then, the followers of the Chaos Church were preparing to flee when they looked up and saw that Carlos had already come looking for them.

"As expected, it's you. Since you dare to show yourselves, then... die."

A ten-second countdown appeared above the head of each believer dressed in civilian clothes.

It's obvious that once the countdown ends, they'll be doomed.

Strangely, even in the face of death, they showed no fear whatsoever; instead, they became incredibly fanatical, shouting frantically as if their lives depended on it:

"Carlos! Even you can't be perfect! Just wait, wait for endless sorrow to engulf what you're protecting, and we'll make you taste... the bitterness of despair!"

"Glory to Dragon! Long live the Church of Chaos!"

Long live the Church of Chaos!

Amidst the shouts of the believers, the ten-second countdown had ended.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!!"

Their heads exploded from the inside like watermelons on a sandy beach, scattering red and white fragments all over the ground.

More than a dozen corpses fell to the ground, leaving a scene of blood and carnage.

Chapter 99, Chapter 98: The Tumor Evil God

After dealing with one of the dens, Carlos quickly took care of the remaining three and destroyed them one by one.

However, at the same time, another problem arose at the castle on the mountaintop.

A large crowd of people with bloodshot eyes surged up the winding mountain road, rushing towards the castle like a zombie horde.

The regular guards, led by Captain Osmond, used shields to block them at the 'Arch of Triumph,' the giant gate that leads from the mountain path to the summit platform.

However, the number of defenders was ultimately no match for the large number of ordinary people, and it seemed they were about to be overwhelmed.

"Sir, should we kill them?"

On the castle rooftop, the members of Fomalhaut who had remained in the castle's underground camp were already gathered there, dressed in black robes, waiting for Altaïr's orders.

However, even Altaïr hesitated this time.

Asking him to kill someone is as simple as drinking water or eating, but he struggles when things get involved with the public, family, or politics.

These madmen are not enemies, but natives of Bloomfield territory. If they were to be killed, it would have a negative impact on the entire territory.

If this matter is exploited maliciously by someone with ulterior motives, the situation will be even worse.

"It's too late to ask Madam for a decision now; we must make a decision immediately..."

Altaïr is well aware of the current situation.

Just then, he noticed that a few people in the frenzied crowd seemed a bit off.

No... it's more like it's too normal.

While everyone else was yelling and screaming with red eyes, they were just dressed in ordinary clothes, mingling in the crowd and doing nothing else.

If it weren't for Altaïr's strong perception, they would have really gotten away with it.

He immediately gave the order: "There are a few normal people in the crowd. Go and find a few and interrogate them quickly."

"understand!"

Dozens of men in black robes jumped down from the eaves or rooftops and rushed into the crowd with great speed. In no time, they dragged out several 'ordinary, conspicuous' individuals and brought them back to the rooftop.

In that critical moment, Altaïr stopped talking altogether and punched one of the men in the stomach without saying a word. The force was so great that it shattered most of his intestines and possibly even ruptured his gallbladder. The man was in so much pain that he curled up like a shrimp.

“Say your identity, your purpose, and how to restore normalcy to the masses.”

Cold sweat covered his face, but he struggled to lift his head and managed a weak smile at Altaïr before he could even speak…

"boom!"

His head was crushed by Altaïr's foot.

Then he moved on to the next person.

A few seconds later... Bang!

To him, a human head is no different from a watermelon; a head that cannot speak is just a watermelon.

Soon it was the last person's turn, and Altaïr repeated the question from before.