Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The group exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of Sariel and Nolan's identities on the White Front, or how to approach the two Josephs now.

At least, not enemies?

"What's going on, Curtis? I clearly said I was going to invite them into my room 'discreetly.' Was my wording too mild?"

Fortunately, a gentle voice intervened in time, interrupting the awkward reunion.

Above the castle, a handsome young man in white stood on the tower's platform, rubbing his temples in exasperation, seemingly surprised that the Berserker Princess had handled things this way.

The sunken city walls and the ravaged battlefield clearly indicated that a fierce battle had taken place here. Coupled with the mysterious silver-haired witch and the traitorous saintess among the crowd, this was not Lockrean's plan to welcome his old friend.

Of course, Nolan's exposure is not one of them either.

734. The Savior of Humanity?

The young man on the high platform was handsome and upright, yet he wore only a linen robe in this icy and snowy environment, just as simple as His Holiness the Pope.

"Your Highness, Holy Son!"

Lockrean had established considerable prestige within the Northern Revolutionary Army, and his appearance immediately made him the center of attention. Soldiers of the Holy Alliance bowed respectfully, and clergy from the Papacy humbly saluted him.

Halenall and Yero breathed a sigh of relief; they really didn't want to see the two sisters fight before the truth came out.

"Lord Lockrean, I wanted to, but she..."

Curtis stammered, his straightforward personality clearly unsuitable for this task, lacking any tact or diplomacy.

This outcome was clearly not what His Highness the Holy Son and the Blue Shield King had hoped for. With so many people and so much gossip in the war zone, it wouldn't be long before the news of Nolan and Sariel's appearance reached the Azure King's ears.

The saintesses could almost foresee what was to come: the Azure King, in conjunction with the Platinum Palace, would exert pressure, ordering the allied forces to arrest Sariel and hand over the traitor...

"It's alright, put away your weapons. There are no enemies of the Seven Luminaries Goddess here."

Locke Ryan wasn't angry. His warm smile was like a ray of sunshine on everyone's faces, making them feel exceptionally at ease. "These two distinguished guests are exactly the heroic reinforcements we need most. It's not something to hide, is it, Miss Nolan?"

After speaking, the young man bowed to the silver-haired girl. It was a great honor for His Highness the Holy Son to personally greet him, both for the Joestar family's contribution to the Holy Alliance and for Marshal Roland's great sacrifice.

Sariel bit her lip, her eyes slightly red. Just a simple word of affirmation moved her deeply. Even though everyone else was condemning her, only Locke Ryan still believed in her. Even if she were to be executed here, she would have no regrets.

Many officers and soldiers looked surprised. His Highness the Holy Son made it clear that he did not intend to hold the "traitor" accountable.

Nolan whistled, his gaze playful, but he didn't intend to speak. Charming people are popular wherever they go.

The commander of the White Front is the Berserker Princess, but the true spiritual leader is His Highness the Holy Son. His attitude represents the attitude of the Revolutionary Army, and no one questions it.

Lockrean looked around, then raised his voice and said, "Since everyone is here, I'll be frank. Sariel's faith and loyalty are beyond question. As for the real traitors... they will naturally receive the punishment they deserve."

The real traitor?

A commotion arose among the soldiers as His Highness made veiled accusations against the old noble faction that had framed the Holy Maiden.

Sariel, with tears welling in her eyes, knelt on one knee and prayed devoutly, never expecting that someone would stand firmly on her side.

"What are you all standing there for? Get moving!"

The commander cleared his throat to ease the awkward atmosphere and ordered the recruits to move the supplies to the warehouse and station them in the underground war zone.

Inside the crowded city walls, the Allied forces were busy again, but the soldiers still seemed suspicious when they occasionally caught a glimpse of Sariel. Yero and Harennar sighed and returned to their posts to continue their work.

Locke Ryan winked at Curtis and gestured for Nolan and Curtis to go up to the tower, as there were some things that couldn't be said there.

Nolan took a heavy cloak from Yero, smiled slightly, and wrapped it around his perfect curves, dispelling his diamond-like aura.

As they passed by, the soldiers, regardless of rank, stopped what they were doing, clenched their fists and pounded their chests, saluting the silver-haired girl with respect, a stark contrast to their treatment of Sariel.

What happened to them?

Nolan found it somewhat amusing and asked the question casually.

If this were truly the Free Federation, it would be normal for an "Invincible" teacher to receive such respect. It's unexpected that he would receive the same treatment as Lockrean among strangers of the same race.

Sariel's expression was awkward, and he looked slightly aggrieved. "Are you really unaware or pretending not to know? Roland's reputation in the army and among the people is comparable to that of the Seven Luminaries Goddess! Since the Holy Marshal died, the Holy Alliance has suffered defeat after defeat, and you are Roland's chosen successor. The name of the Chaos Knight has spread throughout the middle realms, and now they regard you as the savior of humanity."

"I see..."

Nolan saw the **War Maiden** winking and making faces, but he just rolled his eyes, ignored her, and climbed the stairs into the warm tower.

Panini peered out curiously, wanting to follow and see what was going on, but Locke Ryan blocked him with a smile. He patted Panini's head and closed the door.

"Humph!"

The Little Red Riding Hood Saintess, sitting at the very end, pouted and stomped her feet in frustration. Whether it was His Majesty the King or the Holy Son, everyone treated her like a child and wouldn't let her participate in any important matters!

In the deep tower, Locke Ryan, carrying a lantern, led the two up the spiraling corridor, guiding them through a dark passageway and pushing open the simple wooden door at the top.

The loyal female warrior stood guard outside the door, still serving His Highness the Holy Son. Her beautiful face had matured considerably, and her aura had become much stronger. Her sixteenth-tier soul spirit fully proved the outstanding talent she had displayed in the entrance exam, and the soul color trial had not been faked.

Seeing Nolan's familiar face, Bella, who had been indifferent, softened slightly. While dutifully performing her duties, she couldn't help but steal a few glances at the legendary Chaos Knight. The most unbelievable thing for her was that the impolite girl she had impulsively met on her way to school had suddenly become an unattainable figure.

A small bed, a bookcase, and a cold dinner still on the desk. The attic space at the top of the tower is not large. This seems to be Lockrean's room. Nolan originally thought that His Highness the Holy Son would live in the Snow White Castle in the main city.

Firewood burned in the fireplace, and Nolan and Sariel exhaled a puff of white smoke, instantly making it much warmer.

The sand table map hanging on the wall marked several military outposts. The places marked with red crosses seemed to have all fallen. The secret military intelligence of the White Front was right in front of them, and there was no attempt to hide the fact that Sariel was a suspected spy.

"Your Highness, I..."

Sariel was eager to speak, but Lockrean waved his hand, indicating that no explanation was needed.

“Tavers is a master of these little tricks. Seeing your stance gradually shifting, he certainly won't let you join the revolutionary army. There's no need to take it to heart. In fact, not only you, but others also have some leverage over him, making it difficult for them to extricate themselves. If they don't do what he wants, he'll turn on them at any time. It's something we can't help.”

Locke Ryan paused, looked at Nolan, and couldn't hide his delighted smile.

"But the fact that the goddess brought you here proves that she has not abandoned us!"

Is this the will of the goddess?

Sariel was somewhat confused. The most strange thing was that he had unintentionally kidnapped the two Josephs, but the Chaos Faith should not be associated with the Seven Luminaries who protect order.

"Your room is ready, it's right next door. Now, go back, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep. I'm counting on you to help me break this deadlock!"

Locke's encouragement rekindled Sariel's fighting spirit. She nodded emphatically. She had indeed concealed her origins, and it was only natural that she was suspected. As long as she returned to the battlefield, all misunderstandings would be resolved!

735. The Prelude to the Civil War

Bella accepted Lockrean's instructions to take care of Sariel's daily life, and soon only the two of them remained in the attic.

There were no pleasantries of "long time no see," no unbelievable exclamations. Locke and Nolan stared at each other for a long time without saying a word, let alone sharing their amazing experiences along the way.

They should still be considered friends, right?

At least that's what His Highness thought, but none of them seemed like the kind of "people" who would have friends.

In the end, Locke Ryan sighed first and said with a wry smile, "I couldn't convince you back then, and I guess your answer is the same now?"

Back at St. Lenza Academy, His Highness the Holy Son extended an olive branch to the second young lady of the Joestar family—an invitation to change the world—but the witch refused.

Nolan smiled and nodded. Communicating with Lockrean was the easiest thing to do; he was just too smart and had a magical ability to see into people's hearts.

"So, how can I help you?"

Locke Ryan shrugged, and Nolan blinked. He hadn't expected that the other party wouldn't immediately ask for help to solve the White Front's immediate crisis, but instead would listen to his demands openly.

"Help me? How interesting, you're already struggling to take care of yourself."

Nolan smiled and wasn't in a hurry. Her answer was right there, and it would come out on its own sooner or later.

Locke Ryan shook his head and looked out the window at the wind and snow.

"Indeed, no matter how you look at it, the Holy Alliance needs help more than the Chaotic Throne. The White Front is now isolated and helpless, and could fall at any moment."

at any time......

The true state of the battle, spoken by His Highness the Holy Son, was even more desperate; the crisis on the White Front was even greater than the rumors suggested.

Nolan crossed her legs, her body completely naked beneath her cloak, her long, slender, and fair legs a sight to behold. She preferred to see Asteria's apostle plead and humbly admit that the Lord of Chaos was more reliable than that bitch goddess.

No one can resist the allure of a witch, but His Highness the Holy Son remained unmoved, as if he had never had such desires since birth.

Time is running out for the Holy Alliance, and Lockrean understands this better than anyone. His mission is to defend the North for Lord Crimson and Lord Blue Shield.

But what if the Snow People are far less of a threat than the Azure King?

Lockrean squinted and muttered to himself, "The evidence of Sariel's 'crimes' is conclusive, and it's unlikely that we can reverse it through the paperwork. The trouble is not only because she has Snowfox blood, but also because her mother was the previous Snow Maiden, who should have been the most loyal apostle of the Ice and Snow Goddess."

"Oh?"

Nolan plopped down in the chair, stretched, and smiled broadly.

The Ice and Snow Goddess, a girl from a remote rural area, wouldn't even be qualified to sit in the Pantheon in the Supreme Divine Court, and her name wouldn't even be worthy of being known by the great Lord of Chaos. Yet now, she has stumped the Seven Luminaries God King.

How funny!

The Azure King revealed Sariel's true identity to the public, which inevitably raised suspicions about his beliefs and stance.

If the traitorous saintess is not handed over, it will give the Azure King a reason to launch an attack and start a civil war. The White Front, attacked from both sides, will inevitably fall.

If Blue Shield Province falls, the power of Lord Youli will be greatly weakened, and he will lose his voice in the Platinum Palace, which would be a heavy blow to the Revolutionary Army.

The current Emperor Taphus has lost his foresight and will stop at nothing to eliminate dissidents, even if it means destroying the Holy Alliance.

A series of hidden bombs swirled in Lockrean's mind; no matter what choice he made, the outcome was far from pleasant. The Tavers were essentially forcing the revolutionaries to surrender and abandon their ambition to overthrow the nobility...

Lockrean pondered, "These are all minor troubles. Compared to a real revolution, they are nothing. At most, they are just Emperor Tavers's trick to divide us."

"Then I'd like to ask you how you plan to change the Holy Alliance and the world under such dire circumstances. Humans can't even unite, let alone other races."

After she finished speaking, the silver-haired girl suddenly noticed that the other person was staring at her with an ambiguous look, a half-smile on their face.

"Is that even a question?"

Locke Ryan's voice was infinitely gentle, which gave Nolan goosebumps; he was clearly up to no good.

What do you want?

"I have a bold idea."

Lockrean tapped the table and smiled, “Roland’s death has sounded the alarm for Avalon, awakening many ignorant nobles and enslaved commoners, but that’s not enough. Now there is a perfect opportunity for the Holy Alliance to be reborn from the ashes!”

"In this freezing cold?"