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That's true. Even if Ella's treatment fails, the blame can be shifted to the assassin, and Ella can still escape unscathed as the victim.

But the question is, is this girl crazy?

"Aren't you afraid an assassin will kill us both?!" Ella pressed down on Lilia's restless head with her left hand, leaning her against the wall behind her.

“It’s alright, I believe in you,” Lilia said obediently, clasping her hands together in a prayerful gesture. “I see, you will save me, God.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Assassination of the Doll (Please continue reading)

A cold wind blew through the open window, causing the papers on the bookshelf to flutter and fall.

The assassin was shrouded in a black robe, blocking most of the moonlight that was streaming into the room, casting a shadow over the two girls inside.

Lilia knelt against the wall, her face, which was wrapped in bandages and only one eye was visible, showed no fear, but rather a hint of excitement and madness.

Ella stood tall and slender, one hand protectively in front of Lilia, her eyes fixed on the windowsill, unaware of the black-haired girl's subtle expression.

“I am Saintess Ella Hevil of the Temple of Light. Your actions have violated the laws of the Empire and the doctrines of the Temple. I advise you to surrender.”

Ella's cold voice was righteous and stern, the kind of classic blame-shifting rhetoric that the priests of her previous life would recite when they tried to kill her.

What I'm actually trying to say is probably—I'm going to chop you up next, and I'll do it legally.

The figure in black crouched on the windowsill. Upon hearing Ella's voice, the figure turned its neck slightly, tilted its head, and made an eerie "clicking" sound. Under the wide hood, a blue eyeball, as lifeless as a glass bead, emerged from the shadows.

The next second, the dark figure disappeared from the windowsill.

The dagger's sharp edge pierced a straight line in the darkness, and just as it was about to touch the silver-haired girl's neck, the black-robed man was struck by a hand on the wrist that was tightly gripping the dagger.

Her hands were small and soft, but the force she unleashed was fierce, deflecting the blade's trajectory.

After striking with her left palm, Ella leaned forward, her fair profile and the sharp edge of her fist flashing without blinking. She then clenched her right fist, which she had been holding at her waist, and threw it out with all her might.

The slender fist struck the man in black like a white nail driven into a blackboard, leaving a muffled thud and creating a semi-circular hole in the shadowy figure's chest.

Although she has a petite figure, that only affects her basic attributes. The attribute bonuses from her skills are the same as Ye Xiao's, which means that although her physical skills are not as good as Ye Xiao's, they are not much weaker.

The dark figure rolled several times and crashed onto the table by the window, smashing the fine wooden furniture into pieces.

However, seeing the shadowy figure's disheveled appearance, Ella frowned slightly and raised her right hand to her eyes.

The back of his fair hand was covered in blood, and several knuckles on the top of his fist were cracked.

The punch that landed just now didn't feel like it hit flesh; it felt like it struck a steel plate.

As expected, the man in black robes braced himself with his feet on the ground, defying gravity to pull himself back from his backward position.

Holy crap, is this street dance?

Ella's mind, quite inappropriately, uttered a sarcastic remark.

The next second, the man in black robes flashed, this time directly charging in front of Ella with a clenched fist.

Ella instinctively reached out to block, but suddenly a sharp blade emerged from the tip of the black-robed man's fist and slashed down at Ella's raised arm.

"Swish"

In an instant, crimson splattered across the pristine white dress, and the exquisitely crafted forearm, like a work of art, was severed in two, the hand gushing blood as it fell to the floor.

Watching her hand bounce on the floor like a mantis shrimp, Ella's first reaction was that it was strangely funny.

And then... it hurts a little.

Having succeeded with his first strike, the man in black immediately swung his arm, followed by a second slash.

But the next moment, the sharp blade that had just been able to sever tendons and bones could no longer penetrate even an inch.

Beneath the black hood, glass eyes darted about, reflecting a wolf's paw covered in snow-white fur, holding the blade.

The wolf claw was attached to the severed part of Ella's arm, and almost the instant she made the decision, the claw grew out of the severed arm.

However, the man in black seemed unmoved by this bizarre scene. After trying to pull the blade out of his right hand, he immediately clenched his fist with his left hand and extended another blade to stab at the girl in front of him.

But this time it wasn't so simple. With a snap of his fingers, the sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, then suddenly darkened and twisted into a black tentacle, which turned and slapped the black-robed man on the head with a loud crack.

The blow, accompanied by the whoosh of wind, ripped the wide hood to shreds, revealing a strange head gleaming with metallic light.

Alchemical doll? No, wait...

Although the upper half of its head was a metal shell, the lower half of its face was completely human. This was the first time Ella had ever seen such a bizarre stitching method, but it was clear that this thing was more lifelike than a typical alchemical doll.

Ella exerted her strength suddenly, and her snow-white wolf claws crushed the blade she was holding into flying pieces of iron.

She then slapped the black-robed man, who was entangled by tentacles, with her sharp nails tearing through the robe.

Beneath the long robe, the black-clad figure's body resembled a product of flesh and metal stitched together. The steel-clad exterior had been ripped open, revealing crimson internal organs tangled with gears and chains. Even with such severe injuries, this half-metal, half-human creature was still struggling to stand up from the floor.

What is this thing?

Ella felt her worldview being challenged once again. How come she hadn't seen so many strange things in her previous life?

“Your Holiness, there’s more than one of these things. Someone is directing them from outside,” Lilia said at just the right moment from behind.

"boom"

The ceiling suddenly shattered, and amidst the falling planks and rubble, Ella had just managed to grab Lilia, smash through the bedroom door, and tumble out.

"My Lord God, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Lilia's eyes, the only part visible in the embrace, seemed to sparkle with stars.

Ella was in a real bind when she saw two more figures shrouded in black robes fall into the crater in the ceiling of the bedroom. Although she couldn't see their bodies, she could guess that they were similar creatures.

Why ask a pretty girl like me to do these action scenes instead of Ye Xiao?

"Click-clack" "Click-clack"

The two men in black robes turned their heads and locked onto Ella, who was standing outside the door, at the same time.

At the same time, Ella also heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from the stairs next to her.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ella grabbed Lilia with her left hand, flipped over the railing beside her, and leaped from the second floor of the mansion's main hall.

With the enhancement of the beast transformation spell from the Outer Goddess Cynthia, Ella's physical attributes are now far superior to Ye Xiao's.

As the girl landed heavily, her silver hair fluttered, and two spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the exquisite marble floor.

At the same moment, several figures in black robes leaped over the railing from above, each extending a gleaming white blade and stabbing vertically downwards.

This is, after all, the capital city. It's hard for a large-scale evil god spell to go unnoticed by the Holy Temple, and it's also difficult to clear away the traces. Ella suppressed the idea of ​​directly opening the Abyss Gate, and with Lilia in tow, they dodged through the falling blades in a series of dodges.

Then, as she watched the several figures slowly rise, she took a deep breath, and a clump of black sludge gradually condensed and elongated in her white claw, which was nearly half the size of her chest.

A dark black, long-handled scythe was held prominently in her right hand.

This is a holy light spell that Ella learned in the Sanctuary, the Scythe of Judgment. However, unlike the scythes cast by the Sanctuary arcane mages, which are formed from light, her Scythe of Judgment is as black as ink, and there is even a scarlet eye at the junction of the blade and the hilt.

Hey, why does it have an extra eye?

Ella paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and focused on the enemy in front of her.

A dozen or so men in black robes rushed forward, their cold, gleaming arms flashing like a meteor shower across the dark hall.

Ella pushed off with both feet, carrying Lilia as she charged towards the crowd. In an instant, the black blade clashed with several flashes of cold light.

Chapter 40: The Dance of the Sword (Please continue reading)

In the darkness, the desolate and empty mansion resembled a stage without lights, and amidst the flickering shadows, a girl in white appeared like an elegant dancer—

Silver hair danced in the shadows, light footsteps touched the intricately patterned marble floor, and a black scythe painted with blood, accompanied by arcs that created a symphony of metal clashing.

Fearless puppets swarmed around the girl, their black robes fluttering and gleaming like a chaotic dance, working in tandem with the graceful figure in the center of the stage to gradually push this solitary waltz to its climax.

Lilia nestled in the gentle embrace, her slightly open pupils reflecting Ella's blood-splattered profile, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Her birth was cursed by the Loren royal family; she was a half-human, half-demon offspring born from the union of the king and a vampire.

The sun god's unwitting blessing seemed more like a punishment for her absurd origins, burning away day and night the filthy bloodline that everyone despised.

At first, she did not hate fate. However, when she hid in the sea of ​​books to escape the world, she would wake up in the middle of the night from the dreamlike world of words and yearn for the moonlight, wondering if she could one day be redeemed like the ending of a beautiful story.

The princess, imprisoned by midnight, has been praying to fairy tales day after day for decades, hoping that she will be fortunate enough to receive divine comfort or a destined encounter after the fleeting years.

But later, the clever girl realized that this was useless.

Prayer and longing are merely bubbles born in the heart; how could the high and mighty gods listen to the complaints of mortal ants?

What's more, a soul born with original sin.

Perhaps it was a agonizing midday, or perhaps a sleepless night, that Lilia Betis finally gave up praying and instead swore an oath to her heart—

Since I am not worthy of the gods' favor, I will seek my own god!

As the pristine gown was stained crimson, the silver-haired girl unleashed a final, night-like arc, the edge of which ripped through the last assassin's robe, splattering blood and writing the final chapter.

In the empty hall, a dozen dark figures lay silently in the gradually spreading pool of blood. Outside the window, the moonlight sank into the dark clouds, causing shadows to cling to them, as if drawing a curtain on this performance.

"Your Highness Lilia, you said before that these things were controlled by someone?" Ella gently pushed away the girl who was clinging to her like a koala.

If someone is controlling these things, then she'll have to go find that guy and silence him.

“No need for you to trouble yourself, Your Majesty.” Lilia sat on the ground, tightly gripping Ella’s arm that she kept trying to pull away. “Mr. Winster has taken care of it and will bring it to you in a bit… Your Majesty, my legs are bad and I can’t stand up, please help me…”

Ella was speechless; it was the first time she had ever seen someone so clingy... well, a person.

Suddenly, the mansion's doors were slowly pushed open. First, a young maid peeked out, and then the old butler with a white beard dragged in an unconscious person.

The person being dragged on the ground was dressed in a black suit and trousers, with a round top hat on his head. A "J"-shaped cane was wedged in the crook of his arm—it was wedged because the person's limbs were limp and sliding on the ground with his body, and if nothing unexpected happened, they should all be broken.

"What does this guy do?" Ella asked, puzzled. Could this guy dressed like a salesman be the mastermind?

“Well, although I had a suspicion before, I can’t be sure yet. I’ll tell you after I wake him up and ask him.” Lilia said excitedly, “Thanks to you, my divine being, I’ve caught the manipulator of those flesh puppets for the first time!”

“Flesh puppet…what is that?” Ella scratched her head.

"It's a long story, Your Majesty. We need to clean up the scene first."

That makes sense. Ella dispersed the scythe back into a cloud of black mist and disappeared. Her right hand, which had been a white wolf claw, also returned to its normal state with her will. It was still fair and slender without a single scar, except that the long glove that was originally there was now only half of it, which had become a sleeve.

“You don’t need to clean up the outside, Your Majesty. Winster and Winnie will take care of it,” Lilia said softly. “I just need you to carry me to the room over there. If the guards ask, just say that we hid there after the attack, and that Mr. Winster defeated the assassin.”

This suited Ella perfectly. She didn't intend to reveal her combat strength yet, and the magical traces she left behind were also strange and couldn't be explained well. After all, the ordinary spells she knew were only at the apprentice level, such as fireballs and wind blades, and her holy light spells were even worse. She shouldn't have left such fierce marks after fighting these metal puppets.

With such a commotion, even if Lilia didn't report it to the authorities, the guards would come to investigate. It's unlikely that the bodies and damage to the buildings could be cleaned up in a short time.

“Also, Your Majesty…” Lilia blushed and looked at Ella with a hint of shyness, “Can you heal me now? We need to hurry. We can treat you after the imperial guards arrive. If something happens to me, there will be no scapegoat.”

“Uh…” Ella looked at the old butler who was shoving the “manipulator” wearing a top hat into a large box not far away.

If the treatment fails, will the old man turn around and slash at me with his sword? Right now, the chances of winning against a master swordsman are still quite slim.

“Rest assured, Your Majesty, they are absolutely loyal to me,” Lilia said. “I have informed Winston and Winnie of what might happen and have made preparations. If you are still concerned, you can handle them in your own way. If needed, I will summon them both here immediately…”

"Uh, no, that's alright." Ella sighed, pushed open the door to the small room, carried Lilia into a chair inside, and then turned around and closed the door.

Everyone else had declared they weren't even afraid of death, and begged her to try and cure them. At this point, Ella didn't know how she could refuse.

Well, if she recovers, consider it as gaining a smart younger brother with royal connections; if she doesn't, it's just that this girl is destined to be unlucky.

“…Open your mouth,” Ella said softly. Although she called it treatment, she only knew one treatment method.

Lilia sat in the chair and obediently opened her little mouth, and Ella could see a pair of sharp canine teeth inside her mouth.

Ella opened her palm, and a mass of black sludge seeped from her fair skin, gradually wriggling and coalescing into a wildly trembling tentacle.

She could hardly bear to look at this grotesque thing; she had always been forced to eat it by others before, and this was the first time she had ever encountered someone asking for it on their own initiative.

The tentacles tumbled excitedly like moving flower petals, as if they were newly born and expressing their joy and gratitude to their creator.

But this only made Ella tilt her head back in disgust, trying to get as far away from the lump of food in her hand as possible. "You...you eat it yourself."

Ella had hoped that seeing this grotesque thing would deter Lilia, but she underestimated the mixed-race princess's mental fortitude.

Lilia looked at the tentacles, and her face turned slightly red. She grabbed Ella's arm with both hands and put her cherry lips close to it, taking it in her mouth like she was eating grilled squid.

Chapter 41 The Power of the Sun

"Um... ah..."

The subtle cries and gasps made Ella cover her face. The unfortunate souls who had been exposed to the Holy Light were all suffering, but this guy's voice sounded like he was enjoying it.

However, the fact that the sacred flames of the sun did not soar into the sky is a good omen.

Seeing the black-haired girl slumped in a chair, her hands covering her lower abdomen and her cheeks flushed, Ella's attention was drawn to the skill panel that popped up on her retina.