The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

“However, I don’t think so. You are a smart man and should know what the Basmah Church will do to those traitors and the forces that support them.”

In an instant, countless ways to die flashed through Bernardin's mind.

Each one is incredibly cruel and bloody.

His body trembled uncontrollably. As the ruler of a country, Berlein suddenly felt an urge to flee.

"To prove your innocence, we urge you to actively assist us and sever ties with those traitorous forces. Otherwise, when the Knights of the Radiant Moon once again grace your palace..."

As she finished speaking, the throne slowly descended, and Orina stood on the ground again.

She turned and left amidst the sound of high heels and a scepter striking the ground.

"I cannot guarantee that you and the ministers here will be safe and sound."

Chapter Twenty-Six: Pleasure, Tranquility, and Slaughter

It turns out.

People are most honest when their lives are threatened.

After Orina left, the old king's strength was completely drained, and he collapsed on his throne.

None of the ministers below dared to step forward to help him up.

What Olina just said couldn't be clearer.

She was giving Bernin a warning.

Tell Berlenin that Olena and the Vatican already knew about what he had been doing behind his back.

If you don't want to die, expose these people, and then we'll cut them up.

Otherwise, the entire palace would be buried with his ignorance and folly.

When Bernardin did these things, he did consider the Vatican's reaction.

Before Orina, although the chief priests of the Bysma Papacy were highly respected and held prestigious positions, none of them would personally come to the palace to threaten the ruler of a country.

Even if he were exposed, the Vatican would only issue a public warning and would never do anything to him.

But after Orina came to power, she actually did just that.

Upon arriving at the palace, they were slapped in the face repeatedly, and the lives of all the palace ministers were even threatened.

Such courage and boldness, while related to her status and godlike aura, are truly intimidating because of her own formidable strength.

It makes people afraid to resist.

It seems I have to make a decision.

Berlein raised his hand tremblingly, gesturing for his attendant to help him up.

“Leimaqing”.

"Your subject is here."

The one who answered Bernardin was a middle-aged man, dressed in armor, who looked strong and powerful. Although his back was ramrod straight, the large amount of sweat on his face betrayed him.

He is Maggie's father and the current head of the Rema family.

Rema Yann.

"You heard what Lady Olina said just now."

Ya'en nodded slightly.

"I'm leaving this matter to you."

"Yes......"

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three days later.

A large stack of documents was placed in front of Olina.

After flipping through it a few times, Orina couldn't help but frown.

Unexpectedly, so many princes and nobles within the Duchy of Ferrante were involved.

However, Orina was not naive enough to think that this was the complete list of all participants.

Berlein must have secretly left behind many people. These people were either the true elites of the duchy or controlled certain very important areas of the duchy.

Their deaths would be disastrous for the principality, potentially even paralyzing government functions.

To put it simply, this list consists of people that Berlein has completely abandoned and who are dispensable to the principality.

Berlein was willing to sacrifice them to save the duchy.

Orina was aware of this, so she decided to turn a blind eye.

Give Bernardin some face.

Moreover, in Olina's eyes, using threats to intimidate others was far more effective than annihilation.

If the old king is pushed too far, he might really fight her to the death.

In that case, she will inevitably have to stay in the Duchy of Ferrante for some more time.

Before she left, she had personally promised Ryan that she would return as soon as possible.

"Film".

A gentle breeze blew by, and Felin, clad in armor, silently appeared beneath the curtains on one side.

“All those people on the list. Within three days, eliminate them all, leaving no one alive.”

Feilin took the list, looked it over carefully, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

"Lady Olina, one day is enough."

Olina was satisfied with the answer.

"Go."

When Film left, so did the large stack of files on the desk.

The room returned to calm.

Olena lay on the armchair, her beautiful eyes slightly closed.

The afternoon sun was warm and pleasant, blowing into the room through the thin curtains on one side, bringing Olina a long-lost sense of peace.

Her thoughts drifted back to the academy, back to the man who always treated her coldly, but who would always be there for her in crucial moments.

"Ryan..."

Orina couldn't help but imagine Ryan, imagining him standing right in front of her.

Gently cupping her face, he kissed her lips amidst tender whispers, and removed his clothes.

He stroked every inch of her skin.

Her beautiful body, which she had never shown to anyone, was now laid bare before this man.

However, she felt no discomfort at all; on the contrary, she hoped that he would keep his gaze on her.

Finally, Orina reached her fingers to a certain part of her body, a place that could bring her unparalleled pleasure.

She bit her lip tightly and stirred it vigorously.

However, no matter how hard she tried, the desires deep in her soul could never be satisfied.

not enough......

That's not enough...

Only Ryan could bring her this satisfaction.

She had to finish what she needed to do here as soon as possible and then return to the academy.

Finally, it's all over.

Orina straightened her clothes, looking at the glistening liquid between her fingers, a sickly blush rising on her face.

“Ryan... I really can’t live without you.”

"You're mine, and no one can take you away..."

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The bloody assassination lasted for a day and a night.

Throughout the entire Duchy of Ferrante, countless members of the royal family and nobility were found dead in bathtubs or hanged in living rooms.

Some fell off cliffs, suffocated, and were burned to a crisp; others had their hearts pierced by daggers...

These victims shared a common characteristic: they had been tortured countless times before their deaths.

Strangely, no traces were left at the scene.

For the general public, no one knows who killed those people.

However, in those luxurious rooms, those who truly knew the reason were all desperately trying to destroy all evidence linking themselves to the Church of Eternal Life.

The stove was covered with a thick layer of ash.

Just as the old King Berlein had predicted.

Wherever the Knights of the Moonlit Night go, they bring carnage.

This time, it was the Duchy of Ferrante's turn.

The Papacy of Bysma used this thunderous method to once again declare to the four nations.

Any act that dares to infringe upon the sovereignty of the Papacy will ultimately lead to its destruction.

If anyone dares to cross the Vatican's bottom line again, the Principality of Ferrante's present state will be their future state.

From that moment on, no one dared to question Orina's authority as the High Priestess.

No one dared to test the limits of the Vatican again.

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