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Why don't you just give me your ID number too?

Ella's stomach was already starting to hurt. "Mr. Devon, stop for a moment, Mr. Devon."

"...Your back view on the training ground... Ah, wh, what's wrong, Your Majesty."

“Your life story is indeed remarkable and I admire it, but this is, after all, a sacred church, where the great God of Light is watching over us.” Ella’s lips twitched. “If you don’t have anything that requires my prayers or answers, I hope you can leave this precious time for those who need it more.”

"Ah, yes, yes." Andrei nodded hurriedly. "Your Holiness, I have a question I would like to ask you."

"please say."

"What is your contact information now? I don't know how to send you letters since you stopped living at the Duke's mansion."

Ella pointed her little finger at Andrei, then turned to Freya beside her, "Does this really not need the Templars to handle?"

Freya didn't speak, but covered her mouth and turned her head to the side, her body trembling slightly.

Fine.

Ella tried to remain calm and said softly, "Mr. Devon, the sanctuary has a public mailbox. If you have any questions and need to contact me, you can sign your name and submit the letter to the sanctuary's public mailbox."

"Oh, right, right!" Andrei exclaimed in realization. "You are so clever, Your Holiness."

"Next." Ella couldn't hold back any longer and pressed the end call button.

The delighted nobleman left through the wooden door at the exit. A moment later, the bells rang again outside, and another man dressed in luxurious clothes entered.

Why is everyone dressed so flamboyantly? I don't feel like I'm supposed to be a missionary. Ella was a little confused.

This man stood tall and wore a dark blue, classic robe with a row of buttons adorned with neatly cut black diamonds. His high cheekbones and deep-set eyes were particularly striking, and his pale blue pupils held a sharp gaze.

"Hello," Ella said first. The man looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.

“Miss Ella, it’s been a long time.” The man slowly walked to the long table, but did not sit down immediately. “Perhaps we don’t need to be so polite between us.”

Who the hell are you? Do we even know each other?

Just as Ella thought another clown had appeared, she suddenly noticed the lion crest on the man's chest.

The red background, resembling a roaring golden lion's head, is undoubtedly the coat of arms of the Loren Empire's royal family.

Wait, this guy… Ella’s memory rewinds to a morning a few days ago that wasn’t hers. This man, surrounded by royal guards, walked into the Duke’s mansion with a piece of paper in his hand, read it aloud in front of her, and then tore it up.

The fluttering paper was so glaring that it seemed to travel through time and be reflected in Ella's mind now.

Holy crap, I remember now, this guy is that second prince who broke off the engagement!!!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Prince's Ambitions

Ken Betis, the second prince of the Loren Empire, was the fiancé of Ella, whom Duke Hyvil and the royal family had arranged to marry ten years ago. A month ago, he came to her door and tore up the engagement.

The throne of the Loren Empire has always been contested by the sons of the royal bloodline. Therefore, every prince, upon reaching adulthood, participates in this multi-year-long struggle for succession.

As the daughter of a duke, Ella Haviere was originally a powerful ally for the second prince in his quest for the throne. However, due to her poor reputation among the upper nobility and her wicked ways, the second prince, after careful evaluation, determined that she was not only not helpful but also likely to be a burden.

As we all know, being jilted at an engagement is a terrifying buff. It was because of this that Ella's mind became twisted and she embarked on the path of no return, summoning evil gods.

Of course, this is a deduction made by Ella based on her memories. As for the truth, no one will know unless the soul of the deceased Ella is summoned back.

"Miss Ella's expression seems quite surprised?" Prince Ken smiled, his upturned lips seemingly trying to exude a charming allure.

“Indeed, I’m surprised you can be so shameless, humiliating me to my face and then greeting me like nothing happened.” Ella reached out and pressed the bell next to her; she didn’t want anything to do with this guy. “Next.”

She didn't know if Ella liked the Second Prince before, but now she would never like him.

Ken's smile froze on his face, but he still quickly grabbed Ella's hand that was pressing the bell. "Wait a moment, Miss Ella."

"Don't touch me." Ella, exasperated, pulled her hand back and took out a small handkerchief to wipe her gloves repeatedly.

“I know you’re still angry, Miss Ella.” Ken pulled out a chair, lifted his robe, and sat down. “But please don’t be hasty. I admit that my decision that day was somewhat rash.”

"Okay, okay, I forgive you. Could you please leave now?"

“Thank you for your generosity, but I still hope you can listen to my request,” Ken said calmly. “In any case, I am also a faithful believer who has participated in the dedication. As a saint, Miss Ella has a duty to listen to the voices of believers.”

“Okay, then you tell me.” Ella crossed her arms, waiting to see what tricks the other person was up to.

"Then, your loyal Ken Betis—the prince of the Loren Empire—would like to ask my beautiful saintess and the daughter of a duke—Miss Ella Havil, who was once my fiancée, to give me another chance, would you?"

“No.” Ella answered without hesitation, then reached out to press the bell. “May the God of Light bless you, next one.”

"Wait a minute." Ken reached out to stop her again, but this time Ella was prepared and quickly bypassed the prince's hand. However, she did not expect Ken to be more skillful and directly pulled the bell off the table and put it in his arms. "Miss Ella, there is no need to make a decision so quickly."

“You’re damaging the temple’s property,” Ella said angrily, clenching her fist. “I’ll report this to the elders.”

“You see, I sometimes make rash mistakes without realizing it,” Ken said in a gentle tone, putting the bell back into his pocket, “but I will make amends in time. I will compensate the sanctuary tenfold for this.”

"I'm sorry, that's not for sale."

“Sometimes it’s just a matter of whether the value of what I give is enough,” Ken laughed. “I used to misunderstand Miss Ella, but I think Miss Ella is worth my effort now.”

“You’re not worth my effort,” Ella said in a low voice.

“I don’t ask anything of Miss Ella,” Ken said, waving his hand. “Your very existence is a blessing.”

"For me, only the God of Light will bestow blessings."

"The God of Light has bestowed his blessings upon you, but not upon everyone."

"What do you mean?" the silver-haired girl asked coldly. "Are you threatening me?"

“Your Excellency, you have misunderstood me,” Ken quickly shook his head. “You are the future leader of the Holy Temple, so you can naturally remain aloof. But how can the people under the Duke’s jurisdiction remain aloof? This is due to the circumstances, not my personal will.”

This piece of shit.

Ella cursed inwardly. She had figured it out: this second prince was a hypocritical, selfish, and scheming old man.

Ella's previous personality was unpleasant and detrimental to his succession, so he kicked her away. Now that she's become the Chosen of Light, marrying her would mean having the support of both the Holy Temple and the Duke's Mansion, so he's eagerly coming back to remarry her.

Not only did they force you to remarry, but they also deliberately didn't make their intentions clear, only hinting at it in their words after testing you. They said that if it succeeded, they would definitely give you a lot of benefits ("Miss Ella is worth my effort now"), and that the marriage was just for show ("I don't expect you to give anything"). They said that as a saintess you could stay out of politics, but the ducal family would have to take sides ("The God of Light does not bestow blessings on everyone").

If she hadn't been a riddle teller on Tieba every day, she would have really been fooled by this kid.

What's most infuriating is that this jerk is very clear about shifting the blame. If anything happens to your ducal mansion because you didn't agree to remarry me, it's because your ducal mansion didn't choose the right side and was "forced by circumstances," not because of my personal will.

Whether she succeeds or fails, Ella is not going to get married. What a joke! If she's so capable, she should go and marry my real self, Ye Xiao.

“Your Highness is quite right,” Ella nodded. “In that case, I believe it would be more efficient for you to seek out my father than me. Let’s leave our precious time for those who need it more.”

Without waiting for Ken's reply, she took out a spare bell from the drawer, placed it on the table, and struck it once. "May the great God of Light forgive your sins, next one."

“Ah… Miss Ella, I know you still harbor resentment towards me, and I understand perfectly.” Ken stood up and bowed politely. “But I will still faithfully await your reply. See you again, Miss Ella.”

It must be said that, as a member of the royal family, this guy's outward politeness and refinement were indeed top-notch, but the scheming hidden beneath that handsome exterior only made Ella feel uneasy.

If this guy really wants to harm the Duke's mansion, it will be a huge problem.

Although Duke Heville and his wife were adopted parents who came with her after she transmigrated, and their excessive pampering caused Ella's distorted mentality, they were still good people. Ella would feel guilty if she really abandoned them and the innocent people of the duchy.

But she would never get married.

If it were that evil holy goddess from her previous life, who went mad and destroyed the world twenty years later, she probably wouldn't care so much.

But I'm not going to destroy the world, I just want to live a peaceful life, but I'm getting dragged into this mess by the Loren royal family. What should I do?

Ella has inexplicably gained another headache.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Lydia's Choice

After hosting guests all afternoon, Ella also had back pain.

"Why is the work pressure on preachers so great?"

Later on, she basically just kept repeating the phrase, "May the great God of Light protect you."

She stepped out of the room. The sky outside the chapel was already dark, and the chapel walls gleamed golden in the setting sun.

Although Ella was exhausted, she admired the blonde, busty woman who had been standing guard beside her the whole time.

Freya stood in the back all afternoon doing nothing, and she didn't get tired at all?

"Thank you for your efforts, Your Grace." Elder Brandon still had a kind and benevolent expression. "May the great God of Light protect you."

"...Elder, you've worked hard too." Ella had to maintain an innocent smile. "May the great God of Light also bless you."

"The High Priest asked me to tell you that a meeting between you and that Dark Shepherd cultist can be arranged for you tonight," Elder Brandon continued.

Cultists of the Dark Shepherd, a meeting? Who is it?

Ella pondered over Xiao Xu and suddenly remembered Dean, the butler who had been locked in the dungeon a few days ago.

Oh right, that's also true!

"Thank you, Elder! Thank you, High Priest!" Ella quickly feigned excitement.

……

The dungeon of the Loren Grand Cathedral is accessed through a special tower. Although this tower is also made of white sand bricks, it is different from the other seven towers. This tower has eight floors, and from top to bottom, except for the top floor, each floor has only one window with bars. The outer walls without windows are carved with hideous little demons.

These sculpted demons vary in form: some have large bellies and sharp teeth, some are thin and bony except for their large hands, and some clearly depict androgynous features… seemingly carrying different symbolic meanings. Above the seven layers of demon sculptures, around the top floor's windows, are carved seven different winged angels, each holding a sword or spear, their faces covered by helmets that obscure the upper half, revealing only their softly sculpted chins and lips.

Elder Brandon led Ella to the tower gate. Four Templar Knights in iron armor bowed to the two of them and, after checking the documents handed over by the elder, opened the heavy door engraved with intricate array patterns.

Inside was an unexpectedly spacious and bright hall. In the center was a statue of an armored angel with a distinctly feminine figure, wearing a half-face helmet identical to the angel sculptures outside. In his left hand, he held aloft a scale, while in his right hand he gripped a longsword engraved with runes, the tip pointing downwards.

On both sides are wooden staircases that spiral upwards along the circular inner wall. According to the elders, the upper level contains some special seals that the sanctuary houses and suppresses.

The innermost part of the front of the hall is the gate to the dungeon, which is also guarded by Templar Knights.

After passing through two large gates, you reach the dungeon stairs. Contrary to Ella's expectations of a dark and damp place, it is surprisingly clean and tidy.

Blue-glowing magic crystal lamps hung from the ceiling, and smooth stone steps led downwards. Every few steps along the white walls, red church flags engraved with sun patterns were hung.

“Your Holiness, I’ve been thinking about it, and there’s something else I need to tell you beforehand,” Elder Brandon said suddenly as he walked.

"What is it, Elder?"

“Although it may be premature for Her Majesty to see these things now, since we are already here, it is necessary to inform Her Majesty, as this is something you will have to know sooner or later.” Brandon put his hands behind his back, still wearing a kind smile. “The Holy Church has always been strict in its dealings with the Dark Cult. After all, they are villains who have defied our Lord’s will and harmed the innocent. Therefore, the methods used to deal with them are slightly different from those used for ordinary prisoners and evildoers.”

"As the prime suspect in organizing the evil god's ritual, and given that Mr. Dean resolutely refused to provide information about the Dark Cult and protect its members, the Tribunal had no choice but to resort to some unconventional methods."

"Of course, after you informed us of your concern for Dean, we stopped using that method. However, the events that have already occurred may have made you feel a little uncomfortable. Please understand."

Ella finally understood the meaning of this cryptic speech after meeting her loyal butler.

In a cell built of pristine white stone bricks, the boy, dressed in opaque long-sleeved shirts and trousers, sat quietly against the wall, his hands and feet bound by iron chains attached to the wall, motionless. There were no obvious external injuries, but his empty eyes were devoid of any life, staring blankly at the bricks on the floor—clearly the effect of mental torture.

Upon closer inspection, one can see glaring scars covering her chest and back beneath the loose collar: bruises, burns, whip marks, needle marks... Ella couldn't even count how many different instruments of torture had left their marks on her.

But it wasn't entirely unexpected; she was very familiar with the dark side of the sanctuary.

In her previous life, she even had the privilege of enjoying the Holy Temple's dungeon set meal... Moreover, because the blasphemous holy maiden had already taken power at that time, her set meal was even more luxurious, with the addition of some evil god contamination and more imaginative torture instruments.

At least judging from the injuries sustained by the current sanctuary, they were still using human weapons.

However, Ella still had to appear shocked and fearful, because Elder Brandon and two Templar Knights were still watching outside the cell.

She knelt down, gently took Dean's hand, and said in a perfectly trembling voice, "Mr. Dean!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Dean's lifeless eyes seemed to regain a little light.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting those watery ruby ​​eyes.

Twin ponytails, like silver tassels, cascaded down her fair neck to her chest. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed on her smooth, alabaster-like face. A pure white long dress embroidered with gold silk clung to her upper body, highlighting her holy and beautiful image under the white halo outside the fence.

Dean paused for a moment, his expression softening, but then his lips trembled slightly, revealing a faint smile, and his eyes seemed a little moist.

Just as Ella thought that this guy might have been moved by her, the emaciated boy suddenly sprang up and grabbed Ella's slender, snow-white neck with his shackled hands.

“You…are not…Miss…” Dean’s voice was unusually hoarse and low due to the injury to his throat, “…Who…are you…?”

The Templar Knights outside were about to rush in, but Ella stopped them by raising her hand.

Only then did she realize that the boy's tears were of grief, not of emotion. As for the hands that were choking her neck, perhaps out of reluctance, or perhaps because they had been tortured, they hadn't actually used any force at all.

But the boy's eyes were so resolute that Ella understood that no amount of excuses could change his conviction.

This surprised her greatly. Of all the people she had met since her transmigration, including her parents, Duke and Duchess Haivier, her former fiancé, the Second Prince Ken, and the High Priest blessed by the God of Light, not one of them had noticed that she was not the same Ella as before.

This person, who was completely a tool in the original owner Ella Havil's memories, and whose name was only remembered as "Dean" (whose surname or given name was unknown), was a pure "supporting character," yet she was able to see through the flaw with just a word and a glance.

The person closest to her doesn't really understand her at all, while the person who understands her best is the only one she ignores.

Of course, the girl was no good; she did all sorts of bad things and died. And the man who aided and abetted her also got what he deserved.