No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Three major forces, with a million-strong army, are besieging the Holy Domain Church?

The men's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Yuexi's finger stopped at the next line, where the ink on the page was noticeably darker, as if the writer had hesitated for a long time before writing this passage.

[At dusk that same day, the gates of the Holy Land's main city remained closed.]

[No knights were seen in formation, no tribunal bells rang, and no bishops' council appeared to negotiate peace.]

[Only atop the silver-crowned bell tower did a figure emerge, holding a white staff.]

Its name cannot be written directly. The royal army calls it "The Eye of the Lord," the court calls it "The Final Judge," and the deep-sea clan calls it "The Light That Cannot Be Gazeed Upon."

She stood atop the clock tower, neither declaring war, nor imposing punishments, nor raising an army; she asked only one question.

"Gentlemen, have you thought carefully about whom you intend to point your swords?"

The page ends abruptly here, as if the writer has paused here for a long time.

The handwriting in the next paragraph is much more illegible than the previous one.

The thirty-seven dragon riders on the left wing of the royal court halted simultaneously without orders.

[Nine judges, dressed in grey robes, knelt on the ground, having laid down their swords.]

The expeditionary force of the Ancient Temple in the Deep Sea retreated a hundred miles, and dared not advance further without the Temple Master's order.

I was standing with the court historians at the time, in the rear of the royal court, quite far from the Silver Crown Bell Tower, so I shouldn't have been able to see her face clearly.

However, I did feel at the time that she glanced at me.

There was no murderous intent in that glance, yet I could hear the standard-bearer beside me chattering.

The wind was strong at dusk, yet the army of three million dared not utter a sound until the night bell tolled, at which point the allied forces retreated.

The royal court publicly declared that this battle was a strategic retreat.

[The original plan of the historians was also to record the events in this manner, but historians record events truthfully, and I disdain to deceive future generations, much less write such a farcical account that glorifies those in power.]

[For I clearly saw that the combined forces of the Royal Court, the Inquisition, and the Ancient Temple of the Deep Sea retreated before a single man and a staff.]

The last character, "退" (retreat), was written with extremely heavy strokes, the ink almost seeping through the back of the paper.

This short note was written in a library so quiet that only the faint breathing of the people inside could be heard.

Iron-tongued man opened his mouth, and after a long pause, finally managed to squeeze out, "This...this was really written by someone from the old royal court?"

No one answered, because the answer was on the paper.

He was a historian appointed by the old royal court. He was not a believer in the holy land, nor a follower of the Lord. In fact, according to his position, he should have been an enemy.

Yet this very royal court historian wrote in his tattered records: "Our three million-strong allied army was frightened away by a single enemy soldier with a staff."

Yuexi's back slowly pressed against the bookshelf, the cool touch of the wooden bookshelf seeping through her clothes, but she didn't move away.

At that moment, the scene in the reception room uncontrollably appeared in her mind.

A beautiful woman with a white feather covering her face sat on the sofa, while three A-grade monsters knelt at her feet, not even daring to kiss her.

She said that wherever God reaches, there is a sacred realm.

At the time, Yuexi thought it was an exaggeration, but now, those words suddenly carried weight.

"I always thought we were frogs in a well gazing at the moon, but now it seems we are mayflies looking at the blue sky." Wen Gu murmured to himself, a page of his notebook had been turned without him noticing, and the pen tip hovered on the paper, but did not fall.

The reason is simple: his record may be meaningless, because all he can write down is a tiny fragment of the iceberg's surface.

The vast history that truly lies submerged underwater is beginning to emerge from within this tattered book.

Yuexi continued turning the page, and a thin piece of paper was tucked into the next page.

The text above reads: 【Appendix: Courtroom Comments】

"That being in the Sanctuary is the gentlest and most benevolent being we have ever met."

"She listened attentively to every prayer, even those who had cursed her."

"She healed enemies, forgave traitors, and took in monsters with nowhere to go."

She once said something like this—

"The Sanctuary never asks where the lamb comes from, but only whether the lost are willing to return."

Yuexi stopped what she was doing, and she inexplicably recalled the way Mu Zhixi handed them that cup of pale gold water.

perhaps……

Yuexi shook her head, her fingertips gently tracing the edge of the paper, her eyelashes drooping to conceal the fleeting infatuation in her eyes.

Wen Gu's throat tightened. If what this book recorded was true, the things that had happened in this strange world were far more complicated than they had imagined.

Whether it's the Holy Land or the enemy, the most urgent task is to figure out the whole story first.

Before the others could recover from those few lines of text, Yuexi had already flipped to the back of the attached paper.

There was also a line of annotation there.

The ink was very light, as if it had been added later, and the handwriting was exactly the same as that of the former royal court historian mentioned earlier.

[Annotation: Although I am a historian appointed by the royal court, I must offer this comment. Compared to Her Highness the Princess, the one from the Holy Land is perhaps the best being you could encounter in this ailing world.]

So please don't let her encounter someone bad like you.

In the library, after a long while, Tie Kouzhidu still couldn't help but mutter cautiously, "One person... scared off an army of three million? This... was written by the historian of the old royal court? Is he crazy, or am I?"

Everyone present was asking themselves this question, so naturally no one paid any attention to him.

"So," Wen Gu pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a faint light, yet unable to conceal the storm raging in his eyes, "'Please don't let her encounter a bad version of you'... Is this a warning written to us, those who come after us?"

Isn't this more convincing than any S-class artifact?

History has always been written by the victors, but in this record of the old royal court historian, the Church of Sanctuary is the victor, and a crushing one at that.

Moreover, after recording that "confrontation" that almost overturned common sense, he left such a sentence in the appendix, which had a sense of admonition and protection.

This is more powerful than any words of praise or glorification.

Yuexi suddenly chuckled softly.

Wen Gu looked at her: "Miss Yuexi?"

"It's nothing." Yuexi closed the book, her tone languid. "I just suddenly felt that the Anomaly Management Bureau and those top-ranking evaluators on the forum should be laid off."

The man with the ironclad judgment nodded in agreement: "Yeah, if they don't make it into the Heavenly Ranking, the ranking list might as well be used to wipe their butts."