Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

In her beating and thrashing, Zinora thoroughly humiliated all the nobles of the Holy Alliance.

He immediately started a massive online mockery, and even Alicia was caught in the crossfire.

But this elven girl, who even her cursing is so noble and elegant, certainly has the right to do so.

The full suffix of Zinora's real name in the Elven Court could fill a blackboard; it was a symbol of the heritage of the Sun Elves, the oldest race and the earliest inhabitants of the universe.

The two princesses are fundamentally different in both identity and status.

153. To fabricate a crime

Battles between women are often more bloody and brutal than real battlefields, especially for the loser.

Mary's "higher" education was limited to sophistry and she was no match for Chinara's relentless barrage of arguments.

From her outdated hairstyle to her rude, pig-like stance, the hypocritical sow princess was criticized from head to toe, inside and out. Her face turned red, but she was powerless to refute, attracting more and more people to snicker and watch.

The epic feud between the two princesses is far more exciting than any dry theoretical lesson!

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Feller interrupted to steer the conversation back on track, "Your Highness, please don't be unreasonable. We are simply stating the facts and condemning the Chaos Knight's blasphemous act!"

"Condemnation? Ha, don't make me laugh."

Zinora touched her chest, held her head high, and looked at him with a mocking gaze. Even when she was cursing, she didn't embarrass the royal elves.

"Who gave you the courage to stand on the moral high ground and judge others? The authority of a saint is bestowed by the gods, and only the gods can determine his good and evil. No wild royal family that crawled out of nowhere and cowardly, bloated clergy are qualified, so how dare you, an ant, make such a fuss?"

Feller was sweating profusely, feeling immense pressure.

Unexpectedly, the usually quiet little princess became like a powder keg when it came to the affairs of the two Josephs, her sharp tongue no less than that of the Messiah.

"Undeniably, the Black Knight is very strong, but power becomes violence when abused by outlaws! That man has no faith at all, and the Chaos Followers are nothing but a bunch of thugs. Who gave him the right to trample on the sanctuary and blaspheme against the gods?"

"Didn't your ancestors establish the first kingdom by violently enslaving others, so that you could stand here, reaping the benefits and swaggering around? As far as I know, the history of the Holy Alliance's human rise to power is even more despicable than that of the orcs!"

"Watch your words, Your Highness! This is a grave provocation against all citizens of the Alliance!"

"No, I was just provoking the Glorious Saints, those self-righteous, ignorant, short-lived creatures."

Chinara tilted her little nose and looked down at the group of foolish humans with her chin.

"what!"

"This is a personal grudge. You didn't just find out now, did you?"

Messiah covered her mouth and chuckled. Her position was not suitable for defending Nolan, but the silly girl was the perfect fit.

Now, the students from various disciplines who were watching the commotion in the cafeteria no longer cared about the cause or the truth of the accusations; they only hoped that a breakthrough would appear in the tense atmosphere of the campus, allowing them to vent their frustrations.

Who could have guessed that the High Elves of the Sunlit Court would lead the Free Federation to fire on the Holy Alliance first?

Among them was Yhero, the young saintess of Iselan, whose position had become the most awkward these days.

She wanted to go to the invincible teacher's private classroom for tutoring and to inquire about the truth, but she dared not continue to associate too closely with the Chaos Apostles, fearing that she would also be labeled a "traitor." Like Lin, she was caught in a dilemma and struggled to the extreme.

The final outcome of this trial has not yet been decided. Yero tried to step forward to stop the pointless argument, but Lin Dichen held her back tightly and watched with great interest, as if he wanted to stir up trouble.

His Highness's handsome face turned red. He didn't know whether to leave or stay. Isabella couldn't bear to watch either. As a member of the Holy Alliance, she had once again lost face because of her incompetent teammate.

"So, you admit to the invincible and despicable evil deeds?"

Ferrer's gaze was sharp as he caught the little princess's radical remarks about violence.

Chinara shrugged and scoffed, “Admit what? Is it because your brains haven’t fully evolved yet that you can’t understand human speech? I’m not taking anyone’s side. I’m just targeting you few coelenterates. You must be so fond of spewing nonsense because you eat and excrete through the same channel. If you want to pin baseless accusations on people, go find the people you’re criticizing, provided you can still survive after saying all that.”

Feller opened his mouth, his eyes darting around, momentarily speechless, and then said in a low voice, "Even if the Invincible Sinner were here, I would still say the same thing!"

"If the invincible teacher were here, you would be so scared that you would wet your pants, not just talk big."

A burst of shrill laughter erupted around them. The Rhine Holy Warrior's Mad Lion had been killed by Invincible. How many people in this world could convict the Chaos Knight? Did the Pope of the Seven Stars have to personally arrest him?

"So what? This is Itheran, a neutral territory of the Wings of Freedom. If the Black Knight attacks his student as a mentor, it is declaring war on both the Holy Alliance and the Free Federation!"

Feller's resistance became increasingly weak. He thought he had a good grasp of the limits of arrogance, but he overlooked a very serious matter.

All verbal negotiations must be based on an equal footing of power; otherwise, words are nothing but a bunch of nonsense under the crushing force of power.

Mary, having reached her limit, stood up angrily: "Enough, little elf! Whether you're all talk or no action, we'll see in the training grounds!"

"Ah, as expected, inferior beings are inferior beings. Their way of getting angry is no different from that of barbarians. When they are in the wrong and have no words to say, they resort to violence."

Chinara smiled, unsurprised.

"You callow little sprite, I challenge you to a duel!"

Mary removed the brooch from her bodice and threw it on the table, causing an uproar.

Princess Golden Flower is a regular member of the Glorious Saints Expedition, and her level nine strength is very close to the high-level threshold.

Although the future empress of the Sunlit Royal Court is exceptionally talented, she is still a minor freshman. Although she has only been enrolled for a few months, her soul fluctuations have unknowingly soared to level seven.

Even so, the gap between the two is still huge.

"this......"

Mary's unwise actions greatly troubled Ferrer, but it was too late to stop her.

Winning would completely offend the Elven Royal Court, earning them a reputation for bullying the weak and oppressing the strong; losing would bring shame upon the Glorious Saints and make them a laughingstock. This deal seemed foolish no matter how you looked at it.

"Oh...you also want to see my code of justice with your own eyes?"

The gentle smile on Zinora's lovely face slowly disappeared, a chill quietly enveloped her, and wisps of black fire appeared at the corners of her eyes, her brilliant golden pupils gradually being swallowed by the eclipse.

"As you wish, you sow, because of the existence of people like you, this world is beyond saving. Restoring order is my most merciful salvation for you..."

Messiah didn't understand Zenora's mysterious murmurs, but Nolan rolled his eyes.

Just thinking about Kentaur's terrible memories makes me nauseous. If I were to see Mary melted into a pile of minced meat by the Black Sun, wouldn't I throw up my entire lunch?

That's disgusting!

"That's enough. If you keep making a scene, you'll have to write a self-criticism in the disciplinary department."

Nolan quickly picked up the very capable little princess and, ignoring her struggles, slapped Zinora on the bottom.

"ah!"

The troublemaker blushed slightly and finally behaved himself a bit.

Mary's face darkened, but she remained relentless. "What, scared? The glory of the Golden Plant cannot be tarnished. Otherwise, you can be my opponent, witch!"

154. Crimson Posture

"Excuse me......"

Faced with the provocation, Nolan picked at his ear, but Mary interrupted him sharply before he could finish speaking.

“If you’re afraid, just say so. Don’t make excuses that would damage the spirit of chivalry. I admit that one day I may have to give up everything for my family. There’s nothing shameful about that. Not everyone is born with everything like that elf.”

Zinora snorted and slumped limply onto Nolan's shoulder.

"I am a woman, and so are you, so stop pretending and wake up! Apart from you and your crazy father, no one regards you as a holy knight. You are not even worthy of inheriting Morningstar City. Continuing to entangle with the traitors of the Abyss will only make me despise you more!"

According to the laws of the Holy Alliance, refusing a duel between nobles is tantamount to admitting defeat, which is even more humiliating than losing.

Nolan stared thoughtfully at the broom emblem, his mind preoccupied with how much the expansion of the Chaos Throne would be affected.

The Black Knight didn't do anything special, yet his reputation soared. He tried to fulfill some of his responsibilities as a mentor, but instead became the target of public criticism and his reputation was ruined.

The thinking of mortals is truly incredible.

The girl gleaned some useful tips from the situation, and her gaze inadvertently caught Locke Ryan shaking his head slightly in the crowd, signaling her not to act impulsively.

The outcome of this duel is meaningless and offers no help to the invincible one who is already in deep trouble.

"The glory of the Golden Bird Flower is truly magnificent. They dare not accuse the Saint to his face, so they bully the newcomers?"

Messiah made a sarcastic remark and also took Nolan's hand.

During the last expedition, Nolan was a level six Soul Warrior with mediocre martial arts skills and a mixed soul.

This age is not bad in a secondary plane, but where are the mediocre talents in the Star Alliance School?

Unlike Bard, Mary is a ninth-tier Flame Soul Warrior who frequently participates in the Glorious Saints' Expedition and has extensive combat experience.

Sending Nolan off the field would have been a better chance of winning than having Zinola win...

Mary didn't blush, but said seriously, "Do you think you'll get a chance to choose an opponent of similar age on the battlefield?"

Nolan strongly agrees with this point; no one waits for their opponent to grow stronger.

"I accept your challenge."

Nolan smiled, and the moment he spoke, Yero and Lockrean covered their heads and sighed.

Isn't this just adding fuel to the fire...?

Mary looked surprised and nodded slightly, showing a degree of respect for the girl who followed ancient traditions.

"At least you're still a soldier!"

"Of course, I'm not wasting my time with you for no reason. If you lose, you must leave the Glorious Saints and join the Throne of Chaos until you graduate."

Nolan's smile was eerie.

Forcing Princess Mary to join the chaotic throne she despised as a tool should be the best punishment.

Mary paused, glancing at Ferrer. She hadn't expected to lose, but she hadn't expected him to make such a request.

"Fine, if you lose, you must immediately disband the Throne of Chaos, abandon your corrupt faith, return to the Septate and beg the goddess for forgiveness! Also, that little elf must apologize to the Holy Alliance!"

That's it?

Ferrer's lips twitched. Now that things had come to this, Mary could have asked for more, to avenge the Glorious Saints and teach the arrogant Joe a lesson.

"It's a word."

Nolan picked up the broom mark and played with it for a while.

The heavily made-up eldest princess is more like a man than Bard, and she follows Asteria wholeheartedly.