Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

But the boy in front of him was an exception. Apart from the Crimson Lotus King and His Highness the Holy Son, who were in a foreign land, the Blue Shield King was the only person he could trust.

You Li withdrew her gaze, seemingly having just finished official business. Upon receiving the news, she rushed back to the palace. This woman's identity was extremely sensitive, and her reunion with the Holy Knight had to be put aside for now.

The young man closed the door. To be on the safe side, he didn't bring any of his confidants. With earnest eyes, he looked at the fallen saintess and said gently, "Tafus's approval to the Platinum Palace is impeccable. It must have been premeditated. I'm sorry, but I can't openly exonerate you until I find evidence of your false accusation. It's also inconvenient for others to discover that I'm helping you privately and causing public outrage."

Despite her injuries, Sharia angrily explained while covering herself with the blanket: "I understand, but please believe in my loyalty. I did conceal my lineage, but I have never colluded with the enemy!"

"I believe in you, and please believe in me. I will make proper arrangements to protect your safety."

The Blue Shield King put his index finger to his lips, signaling the excited saintess to lower her voice to avoid attracting attention. There were many servants in the palace, so it might not be safe.

Sariel nodded, her eyes slightly red, her uneasy thoughts immediately calming down.

The Holy Alliance and the Polar Snowfield have a long-standing feud, and their hatred for each other is even greater than that for the Abyss Demons. The Azure Duke's incriminating evidence directly pushed Sariel to the brink of despair. When she was accused, not a single sister dared to stand up for her. Unable to directly seek the protection of the Blue Shield Duke and implicate the Reformist forces, she could only flee the Holy See before the Knights of the Inquisition arrived.

Whether it was tacit approval or indulgence, His Holiness the Pope did not intervene; otherwise, the "traitor" would never have been able to leave the upper city.

Unexpectedly, before Sariel could escape the royal city, she encountered the returning female knight and was taken back to the young duke's house.

"traitor?"

Nolan glanced at the blue-haired woman, his expression neither cold nor warm, showing no joy at the reunion, which disappointed the young duke.

You Li smiled and reintroduced the two of them, explaining, "That's how it is for now. Of course, this is the official statement from the Azure King. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it."

As it stands, the Tavers father and son have never done a good thing, and the Blue Shield King simply cannot bring himself to suspect the poor saintess.

The tenth Saintess, [Cold Tide] Sariel, is one of the most senior Saintesses, just like Nagura. Her taciturn and low-key personality is more like that of a soldier, and she is far less famous than Victoria and Curtis.

However, the racial wars sparked by the dragon tide made the situation of the several alien saintesses increasingly precarious, with more and more nobles and commoners beginning to question their faith and reject other races.

Nolan wasn't surprised; it was the answer he expected. This woman bore the mark of the Seven Luminaries Goddess and could only be an apostle of considerable status.

On the contrary, Sariel, who had let his guard down, looked at the beautiful girl in the corner with horror and a racing heart, as if she were a monster, his awe mixed with curiosity.

Silver hair and red eyes, stunningly beautiful—just as rumored!

"She is the legendary demon... Um, I'm sorry, Miss Nolan, thank you for your timely help. I'm ashamed to say that when I arrived at the Crimson Fortress, it was already too late... It's a pity that I couldn't help the Holy Marshal."

The girl that Sariel casually kidnapped was actually the Chaos Knight, the most terrifying human genius in history!

Nolan shook his head, staring blankly out the window, seemingly unconcerned about the conspiracies and schemes brewing in this sinful city.

"His fate ended there. Now that you've met me, you're destined to have a long road ahead of you."

Sariel couldn't understand, and he couldn't detect any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness in the girl. She seemed like a delicate doll, looking down on all living beings from a high place.

Considering the mad faith of the Throne of Chaos and their raging god, the runaway saintess felt relieved; from a certain perspective, there's not much difference between genius and madness.

Duke Youli cleared his throat and translated Nolan's words again: "Ahem, what she means is that everything is fate, so there's no need to worry. You're injured and must be tired, so please rest here. I'll find a way to help you leave this place."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Your Majesty."

Sariel slowly lay down, puzzled but not impolite, gazing thoughtfully at the girl's tall back.

Like all the citizens of the Holy Alliance, she could best understand the reason why Nolan became invincible. Joseph was originally the heir chosen by the Duke of Destruction out of desperation. He was ridiculed and despised. It was precisely because of this that the Chaos Knights came into being.

Looking back now, those who mocked the Joestar family were somewhat laughable. Even though they've been gone for a long time, Roland still slapped them in the face.

The Azure King and his son must be living in constant fear and sleeplessness every night, living in constant anxiety about the coming retribution.

The witch's return to the Holy Alliance has undoubtedly emboldened the Revolutionary Army...

The escaped saintess was lost in thought. Nolan and Youli had already entered the Moonlight Courtyard. The servants around had long been dismissed, and the Lilac Garden was quiet.

The young prince finally couldn't hold back any longer, turned around and rushed into Nolan's arms, embracing him tightly.

"You're finally back!"

The pressure that had been building up for so long was released at this moment. Youli's body trembled slightly, tense and fearful, revealing her vulnerable side.

The young ruler, stripped of his calm facade, is just a naive and inexperienced "boy" who faces cunning enemies and scheming nobles every day. Yet, he has no one to share these complex emotions with, and the only one he can truly trust is the witch knight he dreams of.

Nolan patted Youli's head. As a mortal, she had shouldered too many responsibilities that she shouldn't have at her age, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.

"You've grown taller."

"is it?"

You Li let go of her hand, and a confident smile returned to her pretty face. The brief moment of catharsis was fleeting, and it seemed that more than just her appearance had changed.

The boy could already reach the girl's high breasts when he stood on tiptoe. The baptism of revolution had made him much more mature, but he still hadn't grown into the manly figure he envisioned. However, his gentleness was the norm among the upper class and didn't attract much attention.

If it weren't for the secret techniques of flesh and blood, she would have been a lovely little princess.

728. A White World

Nolan nodded and stretched. "Someone will be very pleased to see this."

The young prince then gave a wry smile, as if remembering something, and his brows furrowed in worry.

“But you’ve come back at the wrong time, and with a big problem on your side. It might be difficult to get you out of the city safely.”

Even the Blue Shield King was somewhat troubled by Sariel's situation. The reality was not as easy as it had been described. The traitorous saintess would become the common enemy of humanity first thing tomorrow morning.

“It’s okay, I can leave anytime. If you don’t want to see her, I can take care of her while I’m at it.”

Nolan blinked, not at all bothered by the disappearance of a saintess.

“That’s right. How could spatial barriers possibly be a problem for you? You are the infamous Chaos Witch, the Chaos Walker in the Void.”

You Li smiled, her gaze filled with admiration. To turn the tide of the dimensional battlefield single-handedly was like a hero from mythology—something she, on her throne, could never achieve.

The young prince asked in a low voice, "But where are you going?"

"Go north."

Nolan's red eyes flashed, and he even disdained the sacral church of faith, the Septium.

The young prince was deeply moved and understood perfectly; no further words were needed.

“I know. Although we’ve only just reunited, I agree with what you’re doing. I’ll find a way to help you infiltrate the Holy Legion. Sariel can’t stay here any longer. She’s very capable and won’t hold you back.”

Nolan thought for a moment and did not refuse this burden. If Asteria had really followed her down, she should know through the Apostle's Eye who the trouble was coming from.

In the past, the young duke would never have wanted Nolan to leave again, but during this special period, he could only suppress his longing, bid farewell to the guardian knight as if nothing had happened, and leave the courtyard.

Nolan is now so powerful that she no longer needs anyone's protection, but there are battlefields in the north that need her even more, and the fragmented Holy Alliance is no match for the barbarians.

That night, the Blue Shield Palace was quiet and deserted, while the Blazing Sun Royal City was shrouded in a grim atmosphere, with dense torches frequently moving between the inner and outer city boundaries.

The magic crystal engines scattered throughout the underground of Avalon have deployed anti-wormhole fields, preventing any abnormal entities from entering or leaving. The ban has been issued, and it is clear that some news has already spread throughout the city.

The next day, before dawn, the insomniac, runaway saintess had just closed her eyes when someone patted her cheek.

"you!"

Sariel was jolted awake, but before she could find a suitable weapon, a small, cold hand covered her mouth. The bright face of the silver-haired girl was right in front of her, and she gestured for her to be quiet.

Nothing is more despairing for a powerful person than having someone easily sneak up on them. The Saintess of Cold Tide has been in the Holy Domain for decades. Although she is not as brave as Legion Commanders like Curtis and Fenrir, she is not someone that a little kid like Victoria can handle alone.

The witch in the darkness was like a ghost, devoid of any presence, her heartbeat and breath barely perceptible.

The rumors are not exaggerated at all; Chaos Knight seems to have transcended the mortal realm and entered a level that mortals cannot surpass.

Nolan didn't speak, but simply beckoned with his finger. Sariel didn't think much of it, put on the armor by the bed, and followed the girl back to the winery through the underground passage.

The two disguised themselves as city guards, their helmets and armor concealing their good figures. Through the windows, they could see soldiers searching house to house everywhere on the streets, amidst constant noise and complaints. Their arrival did not attract much attention.

It goes without saying who they're looking for...

As agreed, Nolan patrolled to a dark alley on Gulan Avenue, quickly took off his armor again, took out something from his spatial ring, and tossed it to Sariel.

As the sun and moon rose and dawn broke, in the dim light, the fleeing saintess saw the food in her hand. Her expression changed slightly, and she exclaimed, "This...this..."

That's right, it was through this that the demons infiltrated the Lawful Order of Light.

Sariel immediately recognized the flesh and blood sacs that the lich had cast with evil magic. Each sac was made from a living life, and she had once sworn to protect the people for life.

Nolan saw right through Sariel's thoughts and said jokingly, "Do you want to bravely die with a bad reputation, or endure humiliation and wait for the opportunity to clear your name?"

Sariel glared at Nolan, setting aside for the moment the reason why the witch possessed the Abyss's creations. She gritted her teeth and quickly took off the guard's armor, along with her underwear.

Inside the dark alley, two alluring girls stripped naked and slowly wrapped themselves in skin until they became another strange man, even down to their primary sexual characteristics.

After doing all this, Sariel's hands were trembling and her face was flushed. Her pure virgin body had not only come into contact with the evil magic tool, but had also been closely pressed against the body of a man who had died unjustly. How could she not go crazy?

The two naked men put on another set of armor and became members of the Holy Alliance Army again, looking flawless from any angle.

Nolan patted his massive "chest muscles," shook his head slightly, and looked at Sariel's disguise, which was even more perfect. A washboard doesn't have this problem at all.

Sure enough, as instructed by the Blue Shield King, a fully armed force soon passed by on the ancient road, and the patrolling guards all retreated.

Just then, a restaurant sign fell down, and the squad leader cursed and ordered people to clean it up. Two skinny recruits took the opportunity to sneak in.

Sariel's heart raced as she mingled into the group. In the past, the Holy War Maidens had always gone wherever they wanted, always walking with their heads held high and never experiencing the feeling of fleeing in terror.

Where are we going?

"The White Blood Front"

Sariel was horrified. There were many powerful figures on the northern front, and most of the sisters of the Papacy were gathered there, including the incorruptible Curtis. It would be even more dangerous there. Once exposed, there would be no chance to escape or explain.

What are you going there for?

Nolan didn't answer, but the scarred captain in front shouted menacingly, "Hey you rookie over there, what are you whispering about!"

"I'm sorry, sir!"

Sariel bit her lip, her mind in turmoil but she dared not utter a word. The road was fraught with checkpoints and the entire city was under lockdown. Without the order from the White Palace to dispatch troops, it was impossible to cross the border. Her wanted posters were plastered everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Everyone was shocked by the evil deeds committed by the sinners and attributed the successive defeats to the traitorous saintess. Not only did the revolutionary army dare not step forward, but even His Holiness the Pope could not find a reason to intervene.

The news that the slender and pure-looking saintess was actually a spy planted in the polar day snowfield, with barbarian blood flowing through her veins, was like adding insult to injury for the Holy Alliance, which was beset by internal and external troubles.

The Azure King, however, paid no heed to the low morale and the disunity of his troops, only wanting to further weaken the revolutionary army's power and drive the Blue Shield King and the Crimson Lotus King into a corner.

Having successfully left the city, this troop under the command of the Cherry Orange King merged into the Holy Legion outside the city, passing through a series of identity verifications without incident.

729. Blood and White Battlefield