It felt so good to be close to the witch!

He needed a definitive answer from the border duke.

"Is that even a question?" The border duke grinned slightly, his eyes flashing with cold light: "No one from the temple is welcome in the Rafa province."

Roy's heart skipped a beat, but this was quickly followed by a complex mix of excitement and trepidation. He couldn't help but ask, "Won't doing this provoke a full-scale backlash from the temple?"

It wasn't that Roy looked down on the Border Dukes, but the Temple, as one of the two overlords of the Radiant Empire, had accumulated immense power over hundreds of years.

Despite the Border Duke's victory over the Chief of Divine Punishment, our side currently only has the Border Duke as a Legendary Limit Force. The Witch Society may have Legendary Limit Force members, but their numbers are definitely not large. And what about the Temple? Among the twelve seats of Divine Punishment openly, there are at least four Legendary Limit Force members, not to mention those hidden behind the scenes.

If the temple is pushed too far, no one knows what trump cards they will play.

To Roy's question, the Border Duke simply smiled and said, "Don't worry, they wouldn't dare do that."

"The Radiant Empire is not entirely under the control of the Temple. The major provinces are restrained by powerful nobles, and the capital is targeted by the royal family. Once the Temple shows any sign of wanting to mobilize fully, it will be crushed by the combined forces of the various powerful nobles."

"The Soros family is not alone in the empire, so there is no need to worry too much."

"What we need to do is to completely eradicate the temple's tentacles within the province of Rafa!"

"If the temple does not respond, then gradually dismantle the temples in the neighboring provinces."

"There will always be a time when they can't hold back."

Roy nodded vigorously: "I understand."

"The temple cleanup plan will commence immediately after I recover from my injuries tomorrow," the border duke decided.

“Fuma, you will be in charge of this plan. I will have your Uncle Andrew and Uncle Doug assist you, along with a group of Red Knights.”

"The Archbishop of the Cathedral Temple in Rafa Province is a legendary two-star. With your strength, along with Andrew and Doug, you are more than capable of eliminating him completely."

“This is a war.”

"So, don't hold back."

“I understand.” Fuma nodded vigorously, her fists clenched tightly.

With her father suffering such a calamity, she wished she could tear the people of the temple apart, so how could she possibly show any mercy?

“Your Grace, I’m also participating in the temple cleanup plan,” Roy suddenly said from the side.

"You want to join?" The border duke frowned slightly. "Roy, whether it's because of the friendship between your father and me, or the kindness you've shown to little Fuma and me, we can't trouble you any further, neither morally nor logically."

"You've done more than enough."

"Leave the rest to us."

Roy chuckled and shook his head: "Your Grace, as you know, constant hard training does more harm than good to a knight's strength. I've been out of action for a while and want to take this opportunity to get some exercise."

"Moreover, I have some deep-seated grudges with the temple..."

“I’ll go too.” At this moment, the Space Witch Latie, who had been standing quietly in the corner without saying a word, spoke in a cold voice: “In each temple, some witches are imprisoned. I will take this opportunity to recruit some fresh blood for the Witch Association.”

“…Alright.” Roy and Latie’s reasons were very valid, and the border duke had no reason to object. Moreover, with the two of them involved, the already sure operation became even less likely to fail.

On the contrary, it's a good thing.

Although sometimes it's like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The Border Duke had a feeling that the main reason Latie was involved in this operation was probably because Roy was also involved.

"This kid is surprisingly popular..."

The border duke thought this to himself, then said seriously:

"In that case, the temple cleaning plan will officially begin at eight o'clock tomorrow morning!"

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Chapter 184 A Powerful Attack or a Slow Grind, That Is the Question (6,000 words)

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Spring is cold.

On the first day of spring after winter, although the temperature was still below 0 degrees Celsius, the residents still came out of their houses one after another.

Some were shoveling snow, others were working... as if they were releasing all the energy they had accumulated over the winter.

"This winter is really cold..."

"Yeah, I almost froze to death sleeping next to the fireplace."

"Fortunately, Lord Roy was kind and provided us with so many clothes and food for free, otherwise..."

The people gathered in small groups to talk, but their words were filled with fear of the coming winter and respect for their lord.

They had never even heard of a lord who was so considerate of his people before, let alone seen one.

"Ta Tata..."

Just then, a slight tremor was felt on the ground, and this sensation grew stronger over time.

"Look, what's that!"

"The Crimson Knight... Oh my god..."

"What...what happened?!"

Staring at the crimson torrent rushing from the end of the road, the people were stunned. After a long while, some of them reacted, dropped their snow removal tools, and hurriedly ran to the lord's mansion to report the news.

However, as ordinary people, how could they possibly match the speed of a galloping knight?

The crimson torrent roared past and soon stopped in front of the Blackstone Lord's mansion, forming a neat square formation.

The chilling military presence permeated the entire area, sending shivers down the spines of the citizens who were secretly observing from afar.

"Squeak-"

The gates of the lord's manor slowly opened, and two figures walked out.

The woman in the lead was slender and tall, her crimson, close-fitting scale armor outlining her agile posture like a female leopard, perfectly combining feminine grace and strength.

The person following the latter was dressed in fine clothes, with black hair and brown eyes, and had a gentle smile on his face that made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

It was Fuma and Roy.

"Your Highness Fuma!"

At the very front of the knight formation, two knights, one tall and one short, stepped forward and came to a few meters in front of Fuma. They raised their hands in salute and struck the armor in front of Fuma's left chest with their right fists, producing a deep "thud".

After Fuma nodded, the two turned their gaze to Roy beside them and bowed again: "Lord Roy."

"It's been a while, Your Excellency Andrew, Your Excellency Doug. Congratulations on your improved abilities."

Roy greeted him with a smile.

With the help of top-tier magic crystals, Andrew and Doug, who were already at the peak of Legendary One-Star, have now broken through to the Legendary Two-Star level.

Including Fuma, there are a total of three legendary two-star knights. Against the legendary two-star archbishop of the Lafa Province Cathedral Temple, they can easily defeat him.

As for the numerous Divine Punishment Knights and Church Knights under the Archbishop, the Crimson Knights were responsible for surrounding them to prevent their escape.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Fuma gave the order: "Now, let's go!"

"Yes!"

A chorus of shouts erupted, and then the army turned north, heading straight for the cathedral.

……

"Dang...dang...dang..."

The melodious sound of the large bronze bell echoed in his ears. Damian Deon, who should have been calm and peaceful after completing his prayer ceremony at this time of day, felt inexplicably restless.

It felt as if some kind of threat was rapidly approaching.

He shook his head, suppressing the feeling for the time being.

It wasn't that he didn't care; the legendary knight's sixth sense was rarely unfounded. It was just that ever since the earth-shattering battle between the Duke of Saint Fuye on the border of the royal capital and the Chief of Divine Punishment five days ago, he had felt such premonitions three to four times a day.

It's almost become a habit!

There are many conflicting opinions about the battle five days ago, and no one knows who won or lost.

Although the Privy Cathedral activated its magic array and sealed itself off, seemingly putting it at a disadvantage, the Border Duke was also nowhere to be found. For a time, the outcome of the great battle became a mystery.

Moreover, as the archbishop of the Cathedral of Rafa Province, where could Damian possibly escape to, even if he wanted to?

This is his territory.

Without the order of the Privy Cathedral, his unauthorized departure from the province of Rafa would be considered a betrayal of the temple.

Since we cannot leave the province of Rafah, nowhere is safer than the temple.

In fact, Damian was a very frustrated archbishop.

The archbishops of other provinces were all very powerful and influential, and even the nobles who ruled a province had to treat them with respect.

But who could blame him for being the Archbishop of the Cathedral Temple in the province of Rafa?

Given Damian's status, he would naturally know about the feud between the temple and the border duke more than a decade ago.

In this situation, if he hadn't been sensible, he probably would have been kicked out by the border duke long ago.

Damian believed that the Border Duke was absolutely capable of doing this.

If such a thing happens, even the temple will most likely turn a blind eye.

After all, the border dukes held considerable military power, guarding the empire's borders. Their authority was second only to the royal family among the nobility!

Regardless, with the temple as his backing, he didn't need to worry about his life. No matter how domineering the border duke was, he could only expel him at most, not dare to kill him.

This is the fundamental reason why Damian still dares to sit in the seat of the temple.

"Ugh……"

Damian sighed as he watched the white doves fluttering outside the stained-glass window.