Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

Chapter 7 Gift
Standing on the steps, bathed in sunlight, Bai Ling squinted and looked back as if she had noticed something.

Long Haochen followed his sister's gaze into the hall, but he didn't find anything that could attract her attention.

There were only a few knights on duty there, and when they saw the siblings, they waved to them.

"Let's go."

Bai Ling took Long Haochen's hand and walked towards home.

On the way, Long Haochen pursed his lips and looked at Bai Ling's face several times, his hesitant expression was extremely cute.

Upon witnessing this scene, Bai Ling thought to herself, "My little brother is so handsome! I want to kiss him, hug him, and lift him up high!"

But outwardly, she still maintained that indifferent expression.

As long as Long Haochen didn't ask any questions, she continued to pretend she didn't know and didn't respond.

After all, Bai Ling didn't know how to explain to her younger brother, who had been sensible since childhood, that as his older sister, she was no longer a simple human being.

Instead, he was a half-human, half-demon hybrid whom neither side liked.

A few days ago, if she hadn't met Cai'er and suddenly had the idea to use the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon's devouring ability to absorb the vengeful spirits belonging to the power of reincarnation in Cai'er's body, causing the concentration of dragon blood in her body to soar, she would have been lucky enough to obtain her grandmother Bai Lingxuan's priest talent and be able to easily use the priest power of the light element.

Today's outburst from the useless Palace Master will create distance between them, even if Balza and the others have a good relationship with her.

What if the investigation uncovers something that exposes her half-human, half-demon nature...?

Even though Bai Ling has never done anything wrong, they cannot tolerate her remaining in Odin Town.

In that case, it won't just be her who suffers.

This is the effect of the various temples' relentless efforts to brainwash and indoctrinate people over the years.

Because in the eyes of the Temple Alliance, anything involving the demon race must be dealt with and suppressed seriously using ruthless methods.

"Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free" is the motto of the Knights' Hall, the Assassins' Hall, and the Warriors' Hall.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling sighed wearily, shook her heavy head, and tried to shake all these worries away.

Little did she know, her sudden movement startled Long Haochen, who was watching his sister closely and ready to ask her questions.

Could it be that his sister's body is starting to have problems after overusing her spiritual power?
That gust of cold wind just now was really cold.

The next second, the reliable little adult in the eyes of the townspeople, a proper second-tier squire knight, forcefully pressed Bai Ling's head down, forcing her to press her head against his.

That wasn't enough. Long Haochen even imitated the way Bai Ling used to take her mother's pulse, feeling the veins on her wrist.

As he took her pulse, he asked in confusion, "Sister, you don't have a fever, so why have you been so absent-minded ever since we left the Knights' Hall?"

"..."

Bai Ling, forced to have her head pressed against Long Haochen's, could clearly see the worry and doubt gradually appearing in Long Haochen's beautiful sapphire eyes.

She blinked, a sigh escaping her lips.

If only my brother could stay like this forever, living a carefree life as a small-town knight and spending his life with our mother.

There's nothing wrong with being a fragrant and soft little cake.

Bai Ling really enjoyed the feeling of being relied upon, especially since her younger brother, Long Haochen, trusted and admired her wholeheartedly.

However, as more and more onlookers gathered, Bai Ling, who was being scrutinized with strange looks, decisively raised her hand.

A loud "Duang!" rang out.

Bai Ling slammed her hand hard on Long Haochen's head.

The black-haired, blue-eyed boy released his grip, wincing in pain as he clutched his head: "Sister, it hurts!"

With tears in his eyes, Long Haochen's face turned half red almost instantly, causing onlookers to gasp in surprise.

Whose little girl is this, so beautiful?

As for the older sister, how could she be so heartless? It hurts...

He was wrong.

How could his sister, who had been invincible since he could remember, possibly get sick?

"Excuse me, my younger brother sometimes gets confused, could you please make way for him..."

Bai Ling, dragging her whimpering younger brother along, lowered her head, bent over, and used her agile movements to escape from the crowded throng.

On the small bridge.

Bai Ling turned to look at the panting Long Haochen, blinked, and said mysteriously, "Close your eyes. I have a carefully prepared gift for you as a reward for successfully passing the Attendant Knight assessment."

"Gift?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Long Haochen's beautiful blue eyes.

With his hands on his hips, adjusting his breathing, he wore a disbelieving expression: "Sister, you're not going to sneak home again while I'm asleep, are you? I don't believe you've prepared a gift for me!"

Full of confidence, Long Haochen straightened his back, looking like he was telling me not to try to fool him, that he had learned his lesson.

Bai Ling glanced at his not-so-bright little head and said with great regret, "Are you sure you don't want the gift I spent so much money on? Then I'll have to return it."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

What could Long Haochen say? He could only obediently listen, close his eyes, and stand still, not daring to move.

"That's more like it. There should be basic trust between people."

Bai Ling nodded, and without saying much, took out the prepared gift for her younger brother, Long Haochen.

"Okay, now you can open your eyes."

Long Haochen slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a pure mithril sword, three feet long and three inches wide, with magician runes engraved on its blade.

At the center of the hilt is a white crystal the size of a cat's eye.

The white crystal is surrounded by tiny golden diamonds that resemble the colors of stars in the night sky.

Under the sunlight, the light reflected from this sword was particularly dazzling.

"Wow, sister, is this for me?"

Long Haochen jumped up with joy. He had always dreamed of having a knight's sword of his own, one that wasn't made of wood.

"Here you go, try it."

"Thank you sister."

Long Haochen gripped the sword hilt with his right hand and, in front of his sister, performed a set of squire sword techniques that Instructor Balza had privately taught him.

Bai Ling stood beside him, and based on her brother's sword-wielding movements, she pointed out where he was not up to par, how he should do it, and how to avoid making the same mistake again.

She had never formally studied knightly swordsmanship, but she had watched plenty of old Balzac train the knights of the Knights' Palace.

Long Haochen pursed his thin lips, his expression serious, and practiced repeatedly according to his sister's corrections until both were satisfied.

"very good."

Bai Ling's gaze swept over Long Haochen, whose forehead was covered in sweat, and she took out another gift she had prepared with satisfaction.

This is a round shield, about two feet and five inches in diameter, which is a medium-sized shield.

The entire piece is dark silver, giving it a simple and grand first impression. The shield is not very thick, but it exudes a calm and luminous aura.

"This is the Radiant Shield exclusive to the Guardian Knight."

(End of this chapter)