It felt so good to be close to the witch!

Countless emotions surged within her, causing Lilia's body to tremble involuntarily.

She didn't know what had prompted her actions tonight. Perhaps it was the stimulation of Shanika breaking through the Great Witch's defenses, or perhaps it was the "jealousy" she felt every time she stood alone in the shadows watching Shanika walk into Lord Roy's room, or perhaps it was her own true desire.

At the same time, she was also afraid and terrified. What if everything was just wishful thinking on her part? What if Lord Roy became a stranger to her from now on? How would she cope with that?

Everything is unknown.

However, in order to help Lord Roy and to align herself with the characteristics of the original sin of the soul, she had no complaints and no regrets.

Lilia, who was extremely nervous, suddenly felt herself being pulled into a warm embrace by a pair of strong hands.

The familiar yet unfamiliar warmth instantly calmed her tense heart, and at the same time, a gentle voice sounded in her ear.

"Lilia, how about we go moon-gazing together?"

Lilia didn't speak, but rather greedily savored Roy's scent and nodded gently.

Their bodies felt lighter, and the surrounding scenery changed; the two had arrived on the rooftop.

Roy sat on the roof, while Lilia nestled in his arms.

The silence was profound, yet filled with tranquility and peace.

The two of them gazed silently at the crimson moon, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Lilia," Roy called softly.

"Hmm?" Lilia responded softly with a muffled nasal sound.

"I like you." Roy lowered his head, looking at the girl in his arms. "So, from now on, are you willing to walk with me through the rest of my life?"

"What you're saying is really unfair." The girl raised her head, her bright eyes responding firmly, a big smile appearing on her face, as beautiful and moving as a night-blooming cereus under the moon.

"As long as you don't mind, from now on, no matter what happens, no matter where you are, Lilia will follow you steadfastly."

"Unwavering commitment".

Roy smiled.

The next second, their bodies disappeared from the rooftop.

With a "bang!", the window slammed shut.

Before it closed, the dim, flickering candlelight inside danced violently a few times.

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The next day, the sun rises.

Roy looked at the sleeping girl beside him, a look of pity appearing in his eyes.

Without disturbing the girl's rest, he quietly got off the bed.

A night's rest allowed Roy to reach an unprecedented peak in his condition.

Leaving the house and entering the courtyard, Roy saw Ais sitting alone at the stone table.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he seemed to see a slight ripple in Ais's clear, snow-white eyes.

Good morning, Ais.

Roy greeted him with a smile.

The girl with white, silver eyes nodded slightly, then got up and left.

"Forehead?"

Roy tilted his head, then inexplicably felt a little guilty.

Living in the same mansion, many things simply cannot be kept secret.

Shaking his head, Roy sat down alone on a stone bench, brewed a pot of hot tea, drank a few cups, and then began to refine his breathing techniques.

Perhaps it was due to a different state of mind, but when Roy practiced Flame Breathing today, he felt that his progress was at least 20% faster, and this speed did not slow down over time.

At this rate, he will reach Legendary Three Stars in ten days at most!

"A constant 20% increase in cultivation speed?"

Roy was somewhat surprised—could it be that I also have the same original sin characteristics of the soul as the witch?

I don't understand.

Let's test it again when we have the chance.

Roy shook his head and focused on his cultivation.

Shanica and Latie left yesterday, and I don't know where they went to train. Given the Great Witch's destructive power, it's naturally not suitable to let loose in the Lord's manor.

Time passed second by second. Around noon, the Border Duke arrived first, while Latie and Shanika didn't emerge from the distorted spatial ripples until around 12:30.

Appearing alongside the two women was the great witch of nature, Finaigi, with her cascading white hair and a fitted light green dress.

“I brought the teacher over again and teleported from Blackrock Territory, which is closer and easier,” Lati explained.

Roy finished his breathing exercise, stood up, and nodded.

"It's about time, let's set off." Finage looked at everyone and said solemnly.

No one objected to this.

With a flash of silver light, the five figures quickly disappeared from the spot.

Their target was the Privy Council and the Holy Mountain!

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The province of Gelug.

It is located near an ordinary village about 100 kilometers from the holy mountain.

As space distorted and rippled, five figures emerged: Roy, Finage, the Border Duke, Latie, and Shanika.

"I'll leave you here. Be careful," Latie said solemnly.

“I know what I’m doing,” Roy said. “Besides, with Senior Finage here, I don’t need to worry.”

Fenegi, wearing a light green dress, didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Due to Shanika's involvement, the personnel were reassigned for this operation.

The team from Holy Mountain consists of Roy and the Great Witch of Nature, Finage. Roy is needed to activate the A+ rank forbidden artifact – the Demon-Slaying Bow – to break through the Holy Mountain's formation, while Finage is the main force against the potential Pope of the Temple; both are indispensable.

Meanwhile, the Border Duke, Shanika, and Latie were tasked with infiltrating the vicinity of the Cathedral. Of the three, Latie had the most important mission: she needed to first ensure the Border Duke and Shanika remained hidden around the Cathedral, and then constantly monitor both sides.

The method of surveillance involved Roy and the others each wearing a unique ring on their finger—a unique creation made by Latie using spatial power, capable of monitoring the outside world and also serving as an anchor point for location tracking.

Spatial teleportation is not arbitrary; it requires two anchor points: a starting point and an ending point. The explanation is quite complex. In short, Latie can teleport freely to places she has been, but to teleport to places she hasn't been, she needs these artificial, special coordinates.

The village that was teleported to this time was a place that Latie had visited a long time ago, which is why the teleportation was possible.

“You must also be careful.” Roy looked at the border duke: “Your Grace, Lady Latie, we will need to trouble you to take good care of Shanika.”

Although he had agreed to fight alongside Shanika, Roy couldn't help but worry because Shanika rarely engaged in direct combat.

“Of course,” the Border Duke said with a smile. “As long as I’m here, you don’t need to worry about Miss Shanika’s safety.”

Latie chimed in, "Miss Shanika's talent is extraordinary. As long as she doesn't encounter a demigod head-on, there's no need to worry too much about her safety."

"Don't worry, Lord Roy, I'll take good care of myself," Shanica said gently.

"Okay, be careful." Seeing the three's reply, Roy felt a little relieved.

“Then, we’ll head to the capital. I’ll signal you once we’re hidden.” A silver light appeared, enveloping Latie, the Border Duke, and Shanika. As the light appeared, the three figures vanished without a trace.

"Let's go, it's time for us to set off," Finai said softly, her gaze fixed on the distant holy mountain.

The crushing defeat decades ago remains unforgettable for her.

Now free from the shackles of pollution, and with her talent having undergone a second evolution and her strength greatly enhanced, she is eager to face the Pope of the Temple once again.

The grudges and grievances of countless years have finally come to an end.

“Hmm.” Roy took a step forward, following Finage.

……

At the summit of the sacred mountain, outside a magnificent and ancient hall, etched with the marks of time, stood two knights clad in luxurious full-body armor crafted from high-grade magical metal—exquisite gold.

They stood with their backs to the temple, like sculptures that had existed since time immemorial, barely breathing.

A cardinal in a deep red robe, whose status in the temple system was second only to the pope, strode forward, intending to enter the main hall, but was blocked by two crossed weapons.

"By papal decree, no one is permitted to enter the sanctuary during this period. Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy!"

The cold voice rang out, leaving no doubt that if anyone disobeyed, the owner of the voice would not hesitate to take action.

Cardinal Flores ignored the two men's obstruction. Standing before the closed doors of the sanctuary, he called out, "Your Holiness, I have something to report."

The resounding voice echoed across the mountaintop, but the sanctuary remained silent. After waiting for a full minute without receiving a response, Cardinal Flores could only turn away in disappointment.

Flores came to report on matters concerning the province of Rafa—the investigation into the murderer of Rilco and his two companions, which the Pope had ordered more than a week ago, has now yielded some leads.

Unfortunately, His Holiness the Pope was not present, so he could only come back to report another day.

Descending the Stairway to Saints, Cardinal Flores gazed at the ever-changing clouds in the sky and suddenly sighed.

As the third seat of the Twelve Seats of Divine Punishment, the veteran legendary Limit Knight has been deeply affected by the recent turmoil.

The mysterious deaths of the fourth, fifth, and sixth seats of the Divine Punishment, the defeat and injury of the chief of the Divine Punishment in the battle of the royal capital Saint Fuye, and the fall of Sima, the legendary knight of the tenth seat of the Divine Punishment, all these events cast a mysterious shadow over the entire temple.

The temple has stood on the continent for hundreds of years. When has it ever been so humiliated?

What terrified Flores was that these events were all connected to the province of Lafa.

Border Duke...

Thinking back to that naive young man, Flores couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

If the leader (Chief of Divine Punishment) had acted more decisively back then, and had directly killed the then-young border duke despite the pressure from the Noble Council, would everything have been different?