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Ella walked through the crowd toward Evans, only stopping when she was blocked by the royal knights protecting the eldest prince. She then raised a finger and placed it on the greatsword in front of the knight, slowly stroking it. "Being too resolute in pursuing your goals can easily break you."

As he spoke, a glint seemed to flash in his red eyes.

"What's wrong with this woman, acting so provocatively?!" Skadi muttered angrily from the side. Then she turned her head and suddenly found Ye Xiao's eyes fixed on the silver-haired girl. She couldn't help but pinch Ye Xiao's waist in annoyance. "You're staring so intently, is this what you men like?!"

"No... I wasn't looking at her..." Ye Xiao was on the verge of tears.

Ella was secretly using Renata's net to connect several royal knights guarding the Crown Prince, while Ye Xiao was just keeping watch to see if the Knight Commander and the Archmage noticed anything unusual.

This move was a little risky. Even if they were discovered, they wouldn't be able to prove it. But noticing something and not noticing it are two different things.

However, it was obvious that neither of them noticed Ella's little trick, after all, this was a strange ability that Ella hadn't been able to detect when the Full Moon Priest attacked her face to face earlier.

"Stop being so mysterious, Miss Ella. If you can't offer anything meaningful, I don't think we need to waste our time with you," Evans said coldly.

“Alright, since Your Highness has made this request, I’ll be direct.” Ella raised her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly. “Your Highness, have you ever heard of a place called ‘Samuel’s Clinic’?”

"I don't know what you're talking about." Evans's expression remained unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat.

"As far as I know, this is a dark cult that worships flesh and blood magic. Some of their high-ranking members replace their organs with special organs called holy relics. These special organs can give them unique abilities and make them believe that this can bring their souls closer to the gods they worship."

"But those who receive the Holy Relics will suffer from a disease called 'blood thirst,' which makes them crave something called Holy Blood."

"And that so-called holy blood is actually blood imbued with divinity..."

“I sincerely admire Miss Ella’s determination to investigate the Dark Cult on behalf of the Holy Church,” Evans interjected, “but this is not a missionary site for your Holy Church of Light, and no one is here to listen to your nonsense.”

“How impatient you are, Your Highness Evans.” Ella did not show anger at being interrupted, but instead remained unhurried. “By prolonging the conversation and getting emotional, you will only make your blood thirst symptoms more severe.”

“Miss Ella, could your words be considered a formal accusation against a member of the royal family for their religious stance?” Evans scoffed. “Even the Holy Maiden of Light must be responsible for her words.”

He did transplant the relics, but different people have different affinity for them.

So far, the Samuel Clinic has only found that the "otherworldly travelers" are a special group with exceptionally high compatibility after transplanting holy relics. As long as their physical attributes are compatible, they can almost perfectly accommodate any holy relic.

Prince Evans's compatibility was actually average, so the relic in his left eye was an inlay and could not be fully implanted. This is why he was able to temporarily remove it and replace it with an ordinary prosthetic eye.

However, regardless of the method, once a connection is established with the sacred remains, the body will develop a thirst for blood.

Now that the Crown Prince has been placed in and then removed from the sacred relic, most of the sacred blood has been absorbed by the relic, which will indeed make his blood thirst more severe.

But it's not like he'll go crazy on the spot if we delay a little longer. As long as we put the holy remains back in the evening and replenish some holy blood, it won't be a big deal.

So if Ella's tactic is to stall for time, then she's probably going to be disappointed.

Even if it drags on until everyone's stomachs are growling, Evans will at most just be a little irritable; that won't prove anything.

Chapter 81 The Taste of Blood

Why get an eye transplant? Why go to a private clinic? These are things Evans really couldn't explain.

Excuses can be fabricated, and they may be somewhat forced, but they cannot serve as direct evidence to prove that he is a member of the secret cult.

This information is too ambiguous; it's all vague, indirect clues that can't serve as direct evidence of his connection to the secret cult.

Speaking of ambiguity, why was that woman constantly fiddling with the Royal Knight's sword? Is there something wrong with her?

Even though Evans knew all this, looking at the smile on Ella's face, he still had a bad feeling.

"Of course I will take responsibility for my words. But, Your Highness Evans, do you know anything about what a Holy Relic is?"

"How would I know? You should explain what you said yourself."

“Since Your Highness Evans is unwilling to answer this question, then I will ask another one.”

Ella maintained a playful smile, her pink lips pressed together with her fingertips as she gently bit her lip and slowly removed the long white gloves she was wearing, revealing her fair and slender arms.

Then, the girl placed her hand back on the Royal Knight's sword and gently stroked it.

This seemingly inexplicable action made even the royal knights holding swords and standing guard in place swallow hard.

What exactly is this guy trying to do?

Evans grew increasingly agitated. The woman maintained a sly smile as if she were treating him like a toy, and her words and actions were cryptic and ambiguous.

The questions asked were also stupid; only a fool would fall for them.

But seeing the graceful and beautiful young girl constantly teasing the sword, and now even taking off her gloves to continue playing with it, Evans really couldn't hold back anymore.

"Miss Ella, could you please tone down your strange behavior? This is the royal palace!"

So, aren't all the saintesses supposed to symbolize purity and light? Where is the purity in these strange actions of this girl?

He never imagined that the Royal Knight's greatsword could take on such a strange and inexplicable meaning in this woman's hands.

Not to mention him, even some older nobles blushed a little after looking at him for a while.

However, just as Evans' attention was focused on Ella's smooth, white hand resting on the tip of the sword...

That little hand suddenly brushed against the blade of the sword by accident.

The sharp blade immediately sliced ​​open the fair palm, and bright red blood gushed from the wound.

Blood……!

The moment he saw the blood, an overwhelming surge of emotion erupted within Evans like a volcano.

This guy's blood actually has divine properties! ??

Why! ?

Evans suddenly realized something was wrong, his fists clenched, his whole body trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He was already emotionally volatile due to Ella's behavior and words, and his attention was focused solely on the content of Ella's words. Her strange actions were inexplicably ambiguous and somewhat unbearable to watch, which made him completely unprepared for this situation.

Therefore, in that instant when divine blood suddenly flowed out, the sudden surge of thirst almost overwhelmed his reason.

But it was only a little short.

Evans reacted quickly, immediately gritting his teeth to suppress the terrifying impulse.

What a vicious woman! All those little tricks were for this moment!

But it was no use. As long as he could withstand the effects of that sudden surge of bloodlust, this battle would be his victory!

Evans had no time to ponder why Ella's blood possessed divinity; he just wanted to overcome the sudden surge of urge that rushed to his head.

But the next second, Evans suddenly felt someone push him on the back.

The royal knights, who should have been standing in front of him, unanimously moved half a step to each side—just enough to leave a gap for the stumbling Evans to fall out of the crowd.

Staggering a few steps, in the blink of an eye, the glaring scarlet blood from that fair little hand reached Evans's lips.

Like the most delicious food in the world, the irresistible fragrance transformed into an invisible hand that hooked his nose, trying to pull his soul out of his body.

Now, Evans could no longer suppress the sudden surge of bloodlust, and he opened his mouth and bit down hard on the white, smooth palm.

Ella cried out in alarm as Evans, like a mad dog, grabbed her arm and tackled her to the ground, instantly throwing the scene into chaos.

The nobles and members of the Royal Knights were stunned by what they saw; they had never seen the Crown Prince behave so erratically.

Archmage Bazel reacted quickly, striking the ground with his staff to summon vines that entangled Evans' body.

Prince Raymond rushed forward and, together with a group of palace guards, seized the crazed eldest prince.

When Evans was finally pulled off Ella, the delicate girl, who was covering her hands and had tears in her eyes, had a corner of her white dress stained red with blood.

"Miss Ella! Miss Ella, are you alright?!" Prince Raymond helped Ella up, and seeing the girl biting her pink lips in terror, her face streaked with tears, he felt his heart break. He then turned and shouted angrily, "Where is the royal physician?! Quickly, summon the physician!!"

"Your Highness, do not panic, I am here to heal the Holy Maiden's wounds." It was indeed Archbishop Holmes who said this.

He raised his staff high, and a beam of holy light descended from the sky, enveloping Ella's bloodied palm.

While they were frantically treating him, Evans was finally starting to regain some consciousness.

He was grabbed by a group of royal guards, his wide eyes sweeping over the nobles who now regarded him as a monster, his lips trembling.

Despite all the careful planning, I never expected to fall for such a trap.

This woman...

Evans looked at Ella, who was still lying on the ground, curled up in fear, and was filled with horror.

Was this woman always so cunning?

The Samuel Clinic has now come to light because of Evans's actions, and his once-secured throne has now vanished.

Evans's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He remembered Ella Hayville.

It doesn't matter, he still has the Samuel Clinic behind him anyway.

Those were powerful deities beyond the comprehension of these mortals; he would always find a way to rise again.

He will take back everything he has lost!

As Evans was thinking this, a familiar whisper suddenly rang in his ears.

"Tsk, I didn't expect my brother to be so useless too."

Erica?

Evans turned his head in surprise and saw the youngest princess, Erica, standing in the crowd with her head down, waving at him while holding a teddy bear.

After a moment of stunned silence, Evans realized that it meant goodbye.

A look of surprise filled his face, and then, as if he suddenly realized something.

"Do not!!!"

Evans's exclamation lasted only a moment before abruptly stopping. He seemed to choke, his mouth wide open but unable to utter a sound.

The next moment, the prosthetic eye embedded in his left eye socket suddenly seemed to be pushed open by something, falling off and revealing a dark eye hole.

From the abyss-like opening, a long, black worm resembling a centipede poked its head out.

Chapter 82 The Raven Commander

"By the God of Light, what is this!?"

"My goodness!"

Exclamations arose from the crowd of nobles as the grotesque serpent emerged segment by segment from the head of the First Prince Evans.

From a distance, it looked as if Evans had grown a long tentacle on his head, swaying and pulling at his body as he struggled wildly.

Even with several royal guards working together, they couldn't subdue Evans. Although the Crown Prince's physique was already robust due to years of training, his sheer strength was still somewhat exaggerated.

He threw off all the royal guards who were pressing down on him, and then, on all fours, he twisted and ran toward Ella with a sound like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

But then a rotating blue magic circle suddenly appeared beneath his feet, and the incantations rose from the circle as if they were alive, sticking to Evans' body.

His hands and feet immediately felt as if they had been plunged into a sticky slurry, making it difficult for him to move freely.

Then, several tiny electric currents flickered around Evans, and at the same time, a huge magic circle that was gathering dazzling lightning appeared above his head.

This was Archmage Bazel's move once again. "Evans, you colluded with evil spirits, murdered your king and father, and today I will avenge my former friend!"

Lightning roared down, and a flock of crows suddenly flew into the hall, covering Evans' body like a dark cloud.

The lightning, carrying terrifying power, struck the flock of crows, but it vanished without a sound, like a stone ox sinking into the sea.

"Who is this person?"

These days, strange things keep popping into the palace halls one after another, and the nobles are starting to get used to it.

"Wait a minute, Chief Mage."

This time, however, a man dressed in a black robe appeared in the center of the hall. He slowly removed his hood, revealing a pair of sharp, eagle-like, deep green eyes.

"Ah!? He's not..." Skadi gasped softly, covering her mouth.

"Count Isaac?" Prince Raymond was somewhat surprised to see the visitor.

This guy is still alive?

Isaac, who used to wear a commander's uniform, was now dressed in a black hooded trench coat, which fluttered in the air currents stirred up by the roaring lightning.

His hair had turned from its original dark brown to completely white, and his thin face seemed to have a few faint scars.

With a wave of his hand, Isaac dispersed the flock of crows that had been protecting Prince Evans. The dark mass fluttered its wings and flew into his trench coat, disappearing from sight.

Only the one that looked the largest was left, standing on his shoulder, as if looking down at everyone with its round eyes.

“Commander Eugene, I believe the palace has already sent you an invitation, but you did not come. Now you have suddenly barged in and rescued this kingslayer. What are you trying to do?” Bazel questioned, holding his staff.