The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

The juice slowly slid down her lips, leaving a mark on her fair neck.

Everything started to become interesting.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Even in Death, Let It Be Cool

"Lady Orina, what should we do with those rats?"

Orina switched her high-raised, fair legs, while leaning back in her chair, elegantly licking the juice from her lips.

"Let's keep them for now. After all, they're just small fry. The real mastermind hasn't shown up yet. I'm going to use them to wipe out all the traitors within the Vatican in one fell swoop."

"Yes!"

“This time, we need to deal with the Duchy of Ferrante first. Once things are settled here, those rats in the Vatican will definitely make their move. Philin, remember to send more people to expose their entire network of connections.”

After that, Olina gave Felin a few more instructions and then told her to leave.

A gentle breeze swept across the carriage, and all was quiet once more.

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Today is a special day for the city of Canosa.

The presence of the Chief High Priest of the Papacy of Bysma was undoubtedly a highlight for the Duchy of Ferrante.

The entire street was lined with beautifully decorated bouquets.

People came to the street with smiles on their faces.

As the grand papal procession arrived at the city gate, people showered flower petals, and the guards raised their massive horns to welcome them.

Everything is so beautiful.

But beneath this carefully crafted beauty lies a great deal of filth and darkness.

No one knows.

Finally, the entire guard entered the city, with Orina's carriage following closely behind.

People all over the continent had heard that the chief priestess of the Papacy of Bysma was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Some kings were even willing to give up half of their country's territory in order to have her.

They all wanted to take this opportunity to see her beautiful face.

Unfortunately, Orina never came out, nor did she intend to. So people could only watch the carriage, longingly waiting.

But there was nothing they could do.

Among the welcoming crowd, several men dressed in black trench coats and wearing hoods were silently approaching the carriage. They were all powerful individuals with considerable strength; even the weakest among them possessed three magic circuits.

The stealth operation went very smoothly, and even the guarding knights didn't notice them.

Just as they reached the front of the crowd, only five steps away from Orina's carriage, one of them suddenly whistled.

The whistle was sharp and piercing.

The horses beneath the knights were startled and began to whinny and neigh.

People finally spotted the men in black and realized what was about to happen, but it was too late.

While the knights were controlling their horses, a total of thirteen men launched an attack on the carriage from all sides.

In an instant, hidden weapons and magic rained down on the carriage.

No one could react.

Just when everyone thought the carriage was about to be smashed and Orina was about to be assassinated.

A strong gust of wind swept around the carriage, deflecting all the deadly hidden weapons and magic.

The sounds of magical explosions echoed through the streets.

At the same time, on the previously empty roof of the carriage, a member of the Radiant Moon Knights wearing a mask slowly stood up.

The face was covered by a mask, so no one knew what it looked like.

Based on the body outline, it can be determined that this is a woman.

Seeing that their first assassination attempt had failed, the men in black activated their magic and prepared for close-quarters combat.

But in the next instant, she drew her long sword from her waist in the carriage, flicked her wrist, and the sword transformed into a whip, bringing with it a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, the black-clad men who rushed forward were all torn to pieces by the gale and the blades.

What was expected to be a tough battle actually lasted only a few seconds.

Then, she neatly and efficiently sheathed her longsword.

After a gust of wind, it disappeared without a trace.

The knights responsible for guarding Orina realized their dereliction of duty and were about to dismount and apologize when they heard a lazy and aloof voice drift out from inside the carriage.

"Don't stop."

"keep going."

So the papal procession continued on, as if nothing had happened.

However, the welcoming crowd could no longer smile.

No one dared to sound those beast horns anymore.

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Phoenix Berninne paced back and forth before the throne like an ant on a hot plate.

He was covered in sweat and looked flustered.

He just received a tip.

It is said that the chief priest of the Bysma Church was assassinated by thirteen men in black on the streets of Canosa.

The old king was so angry he almost died.

As the only religion on the continent, the Vatican has countless followers, covering nearly one-third of the population.

It held an extremely high position among the four great empires.

The High Priest, on the other hand, represents the pinnacle of power within the Papacy, and his importance is self-evident.

Such a person was assassinated in his own royal city!

This news was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Bernin's already fragile heart.

The Duchy of Ferrante is one of the four great empires.

Although the four empires appeared to be on good terms, they were secretly vying for power, each plotting to eliminate and annex the other.

Along the border, conflicts of varying degrees occur almost daily.

However, the empires lacked a pretext, so a full-scale war never broke out.

If the chief priest of the Bysma Papacy were assassinated on his own territory, it would become the best pretext for the other three empires to send troops to conquer the Duchy of Ferrante.

war......

The last full-scale war between the four great empires was five hundred years ago.

The old King Bereinin did not want to become the sinner who brought war to his own country!

Beneath the throne, the ministers looked grim, as if a great calamity was about to befall them.

Some have even started writing letters to their families in private, telling them to pack their bags and prepare to flee.

"His Majesty the King!"

A servant rushed in in a panic, and in his haste, he even tripped and fell.

However, the servant immediately got up and, without even tidying his clothes, knelt before Berlein.

"The Vatican's people have arrived!"

Berlein wiped the sweat from his face with a silk handkerchief and quickly asked, "How many people?"

"Only Lady Orina and a few members of the Moonlit Knights!"

Upon hearing this, Berlein seemed to have his soul ripped out, and he collapsed onto the throne.

The Knights of the Shining Moon...

That's the Vatican's purge team!

The appearance of the Moon Knights always means bloodshed and disaster!

Did Orina bring them here hoping to have her head moved?!

However, the old king soon realized that things wouldn't develop that way.

He was, after all, the king of the Duchy of Ferrante, and had dozens of mages with five circuits by his side, as well as the Ironthorn Guard under his command, which was extremely powerful.

Even Orina wouldn't be able to escape unscathed if she made a move in her own palace!

Orina wouldn't be that reckless.

Just as the old king was pondering, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground could be heard outside.

Then came the sound of the scepter hitting the ground.

The resounding voice echoed throughout the hall, resonating in the hearts of everyone present.

With each strike of the scepter, the old king's heart trembled.

Sweat streamed down his face.

Suppressing his unease, the old king returned to his throne.

Even if Olena were to lay a hand on him, he would maintain the composure befitting a king.

Even in death, one should die with style.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Majesty

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