Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The itinerary was finalized and repeatedly confirmed by church officials and royal protocol officers.

After the prophecy ceremony ended.

It should have been the Knights of the Nation who, on behalf of the King, warmly invited the Holy Maiden and all her patrons.

Attend the grand celebration banquet held in the Golden Hall.

However, when the Knights of the Nation stepped forward to extend the invitation, following protocol...

The saintess, who had been silent all along, gently shook her head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, but there's no need for a banquet."

Her voice remained ethereal and calm.

This left the king on the throne and all the nobles present stunned.

This completely disrupted the established plans.

Many puzzled looks were directed at Daniel, one of the Discipline Knights leading the apostolic procession.

The disciplined knights responsible for finalizing the arrangements.

Hopefully, he can interpret the Saintess's intentions behind her actions.

Knight Daniel had a resolute face. Faced with the crowd's doubts, he simply bowed slightly, his tone completely calm.

"Her Highness's will is our decree."

"Your Highness shall decide all the itinerary matters."

The knight in charge of protecting the kingdom had no choice but to ask on behalf of the king, who was unable to express himself clearly.

"So, Your Highness, what are your wishes next...?"

The saintess smiled faintly.

Those closed eyes were slightly opened, just a crack.

It reveals a mysterious and alluring purple glow.

Her gaze precisely swept over the crowd.

The throne fell to Elvia, who held the royal seat.

"I have heard that in the capital of Carter, there is a Saint of Light."

Her voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I'm going to find him."

Looking for a saint?

The king and many elders and nobles who didn't care much about recent gossip looked at each other, puzzled.

But those who attended Charles's engagement party.

Or rather, those who attended Elvia's chaotic wedding.

Almost instantly, I remembered that black-haired youth who was sleeping in the corner, exuding an aura of "don't mess with me".

All eyes turned to Elvia.

Before Elvia could fully react, the saintess had already gracefully moved to stand in front of her.

He extended a fair, jade-like finger and gently pointed at her.

"This one, Miss Elvia,"

The saint's voice carried an unquestionable tone.

"Lead the way for me."

After saying that, she ignored everyone in the hall and turned to walk out of the hall.

Discipline Knight Daniel immediately followed in silence.

The other nuns, priests, and clergy did not make a move.

Elvia felt the cold, oppressive gazes of the nobles around her and cursed inwardly.

But at this moment, she had no room to refuse.

Under the king's piercing gaze, he quickly caught up with the saintess and Daniel.

A very uneasy premonition welled up in Elvia's heart.

She seemed to know why the Holy Maiden would suddenly go to find Lin Gui.

And I sincerely hope that Lin Gui will find the so-called tomb of Queen Katria in some remote corner.

Don't let the saint find it.

Other nobles, including the king, instinctively wanted to follow suit.

However, another Discipline Knight took a step to the side without any expression.

It precisely blocked everyone's path.

He uttered only two words, yet they carried an imposing weight:

Stop.

……

Outside the palace, news broke that the saint had made a prophecy of "good omens" and that the king had ordered the treasury to be opened and the entire city to celebrate for three days.

As if it had sprouted wings, it quickly spread to every corner of the capital.

The nobles in the upper class celebrated their newfound status.

They are holding all sorts of small gatherings, as if they can already see a bright future ahead.

The merchants in the commercial district keenly sensed the business opportunity.

They began stockpiling large quantities of alcohol and celebratory supplies, preparing to make a fortune.

Residents of the working-class neighborhoods took to the streets.

The celebrations were spontaneous, the air thick with the joy of surviving the ordeal and a brief glimmer of hope for the future.

In the sewage-filled refugee area.

A rare ripple appeared in the otherwise apathetic crowd.

Although the "citywide celebration" has nothing to do with most of them.

But "opening the national treasury" might mean receiving a pitiful amount of charity.

Or at least, the city garrison's whips will be lashed less harshly in the next few days.

And they can get a short rest.

……

Meanwhile, deep beneath the fifth-floor commercial area, in the heart of the "Blood and Dice" casino.

The rebel leader, Caesar, stood with ten adventurers whose auras were refined and whose eyes were sharp.

These people were all assassins he had carefully selected.

Their strength has all reached the extraordinary level.

They are the core force behind his "Assassination of the Saint Plan".

A detailed map of the capital city was spread out in front of them.

A prominent red dot is marked on it.

"The original plan was to take action on the way to the Church of San Carlo to offer blessings."

"It was an assassin with a scar on his face," he said in a deep voice.

"There is a narrow covered bridge that you have to cross there."

"The complex architecture on both sides makes it ideal for ambushes and evacuations."

However, a subordinate who had just returned from gathering information outside rushed in.

The report stated that the saintess had changed her itinerary at the last minute and refused to attend the banquet.

And specifically requested to see the saints in an emergency.

"The Holy Maiden changed her plans at the last minute, and all our arrangements have been disrupted!"

The other assassin spoke in a serious tone.

Caesar, however, seemed unconcerned.

His rough fingers tapped unconsciously on the map, his eyes flashing with a mad yet calm light.

"It's alright," he said in a hoarse voice. "The plan will proceed as scheduled."

"But leader," the scarred assassin hesitated.

"The target isn't at the designated location, so our original ambush and support arrangements are..."

Caesar interrupted him, his tone carrying an almost pious conviction.

"As long as 'it' is there, it doesn't matter where you do it."

His gaze fell on an inconspicuous black wooden box beside him.

He reached out and carefully opened the box.

The box was lined with dark red velvet, and a dagger lay quietly on it.

The dagger has an ancient design and a dark, blood-red color.

The blade has no fancy decorations, only countless fine, twisted, writhing black runes.

It was just lying there that exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

It seemed to devour all the light and life around it.

----Divine Weapon, [Soul-Slaying Blade]

If there is anything that could make an ordinary person kill a warrior.

So, there is one thing.

That is a divine artifact.

The battle-hardened assassins around it felt a chill run down their spines just by looking at it.

He instinctively took a half step back, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

Caesar looked at the dagger, a ferocious and resolute smile spreading across his face.

"I really want to see how those high and mighty people will react when they find out that the legendary pillar who guarded the capital and stopped the Bloodthirsty Demon has been crippled."