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"You came back to your original intention way too quickly!!"

Ella blushed slightly and lightly tapped Laxia on the head. "Alright, I'll owe you for now. I'll think of a way to pay you back after this is over!"

Chapter 110 A Plan Against a Plan

After the brief incident, Ella used a portal to send Laxia away.

She stayed in the room, donned a black cloak, and mentally controlled the straw doll that looked exactly like her to walk out of the room.

……

In the council chamber, Julius saw "Ella" returning from the side and greeted her respectfully.

"Your Holiness, you're back."

"Um……"

Ella, her voice carefully controlled, spoke softly, "I just received news that the Rossia family has sent a small team to the Holy Trial Grounds. This may be related to the lost Holy Lance, and I think I probably still have to go."

"At this time?"

Julius frowned with worry, "The training grounds are too remote, and right now there's Boromeo and..."

The simple-minded Ella first extended her palm to interrupt Julius, then waved her hand, signaling him to come closer.

Julius paused for a moment, then stepped forward in surprise, half-kneeling, and listened to the other whisper in his ear. The furrowed brows that had been furrowed in confusion immediately relaxed.

"I understand, Saint Lady."

……

That evening, the incompetent Ella, led by Julius, formed a small knight squad and headed out of the city from the east, heading straight for the trial grounds.

Their movements were not well concealed and were quickly detected by the spies that the three major families had placed in the Holy City.

In the grand hall of the Rossia family castle, Isabella, the head of the Rossia family, gazed at the image of Ella and Julius riding horses reflected in the crystal ball, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

"Hehe, the fish has taken the bait."

"Mother, would the Holy Maiden of Light really fall into such a simple trap?"

A fair-skinned young girl asked in surprise from the sidelines.

“She has no choice but to succeed. The clues to the lost sacred artifact are right in front of her. She can’t let something so important be threatened.”

Isabella's eyes gleamed with arrogance. "She even brought Julius along, which means she clearly realized that this was likely a trap."

"Unfortunately, she didn't understand that the moment she entered the trial grounds, even Julius couldn't protect her."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure covered in a cloak walked into the hall on a red velvet carpet.

She removed the hood covering her head, revealing a delicate face identical to Ella's, and hair that cascaded down like a galaxy.

The only slight difference was that her pupils were not bright red, but rather a deep, mysterious blue.

"Do you miss this world? Want to come back?"

Isabella looked at the silver-haired girl before her, a smile playing on her lips. "This time, it won't be a failure like it was at Storm Harbor, will it?"

Upon hearing this, the girl's expression immediately turned gloomy, which was inconsistent with her cute appearance. "We are just business partners. It is not your place to mock me."

"Don't say that, 'Holy Maiden.' If it weren't for our people buried in the Fourth Knights transferring the remnants of your soul, you would have become the divine authority in her hands, hehehehe..."

Isabella covered her mouth and laughed.

Just as that alluring laughter echoed through the hall, a sword blade imbued with holy light was pressed firmly against Isabella's snow-white neck.

The guards in the hall, all descendants of the Rossia family, immediately stood up, weapons in hand, their wary eyes fixed on the blue-eyed girl in the white robe in the center.

"Wow, it looks like you're recovering quite well."

With a golden blade pressed against her throat, Isabella showed no fear. "However, I would prefer you to use that energy against Ella Heviel, rather than bully this pitiful and weak woman."

"Or is this the attitude you want to project on behalf of the company?"

After a brief stalemate, the blue-eyed girl stared at Isabella's deep and unfathomable eyes, finally letting out a cold snort and waving her hand to dispel the holy light sword she had just summoned.

"You should pray that you can handle my dear sister well, and don't get tricked by her. She's not as easy to deal with as you think."

As the cold voice fell, the light in the girl's pupils flickered slightly, changing from the original deep blue to a crimson exactly like Ella's.

Then, she walked out of the main hall without looking back.

"Ha, the advice of a loser."

Watching the girl's departing figure, Isabella still wore that confident smile.

"No need for you to worry about that. It's a pleasure doing business with you."

……

Eastern part of Morningstar Ridge, the Holy Trial Grounds.

It took the idiot Ella and Julius about an hour to ride their horses from the Holy City across a wilderness to get here.

Before them, several tall, rectangular stone sculptures surrounded a giant magical array that covered an area of ​​nearly two White Tower Squares.

It was winter, and snowflakes were falling in the dark night. Horse hooves trampled a little of the white snow, revealing the ancient patterns deeply embedded in the obsidian, like the mottled marks etched by thousands of years of time.

"Reporting to Your Grace, we have not been able to find any trace of that group."

The knights, whose men had scattered and then regrouped, sent word that they were "not sure if they had entered the training grounds."

The simple-minded Ella nodded, then looked at the towering stone tablets that resembled mountains.

It may have originally been covered with densely packed runes, but now it is obscured by deep grooves that emit a dark light.

“The Scar of Holy Light… It is said that once such a scar is left, the punitive holy light on it will take a thousand years to dissipate.”

Julius gently stroked the faintly glowing marks with his hand, which was clad in knight's arm armor. "This is a miracle that only the Holy Lance can perform. It seems that someone has indeed unleashed the power of the Holy Lance here."

"Intelligence is only meaningful when it is half true and half false."

The simple-minded Ella tumbled off her horse. "Perhaps the whereabouts of the Holy Lance are indeed hidden in this trial ground."

"But this could very well be a trap."

Julius reminded him.

"No, it should be said that this is definitely a trap."

Ella, the simpleton, was expressionless; rather, she was incapable of making any subtle expressions. However, in this situation, her resoluteness and fearlessness were precisely what stood out.

“Even so, I have to go in and take a look. This is a sacred relic left by my Lord. As a believer, I cannot let it fall into the hands of the Dark Cult.”

Ella, the airhead, spoke with utmost seriousness, while Julius respectfully knelt on one knee before her, saying, "I pay my highest respects to your courage, my beloved saintess."

"You take a group of people and stay here to protect the outer perimeter of the formation. I'll take the rest of the people in to investigate the situation."

"As ordered."

After giving her instructions, the incompetent Ella led several Templar Knights, who were completely covered in armor, to the edge of the array.

Julius placed his palm on the ground, and golden holy light spread out from the point of contact, staining some of the patterns along the edge of the array.

Golden light traced lines across the ground, creating distinct plots. Then, the earth trembled gently, and amidst the rumbling murmur of the hills, these plots surged and rose, transforming into a massive stone gate.

"May the God of Light protect you, Your Grace."

Julius finally addressed the bumbling Ella.

The simple-minded Ella nodded and led a small group of knights who looked like iron cans through the dark gate.

"Rumble, rumble..."

The earth trembled again, and the obsidian blocks that formed the gate wriggled and shrank back into the ground.

Chapter 111 Three Heroes Battle the Holy Maiden

In the underground training grounds, in the pitch-black passageway, Ella carried her gleaming, cold-glowing staff as she walked forward.

This enormous underground training ground was originally meant to be entered by thousands of Holy Church disciples every year, but now only she and a few knights walked alone within it, making it seem incredibly empty.

The walls on both sides are painted with colorful murals about myths of light, one after another, as if silently telling the story of thousands of years of ancient history.

Perhaps realizing that this step-by-step exploration was too long, when they reached a slightly wider platform, Ella bent down slightly, lifted her skirt, and a bunch of jet-black rats squeaked and filed out, scattering into the surrounding passages.

The knights accompanying her seemed to be old squires, and they were used to Ella's strange behavior, so they all remained silent.

"Tsk tsk, she claims to be the 'Saintess of Light,' but the familiars she summons are crows and rats. How dare she call herself a saint?"

Just then, a cold voice rang out leisurely.

"Who is speaking?"

Ella's eyes widened slightly as she raised her sapphire staff, casting a beam of light that shone outwards, but no one could be seen on the empty platform.

Several knights surrounded her in the center, also drawing their longswords warily and surveying their surroundings.

"Hehehehe."

"Your startled appearance is just like your familiar, like a little mouse trembling in the corner."

As the sarcastic words fell, an unusual, sparse snowflake began to fall in the pitch-black room. The swirling, white snowflakes were reflected in Ella's deep red eyes, shimmering under the cold light of the sapphire staff, creating a rather beautiful scene.

"bass"

In the next instant, the knights' hard armor, touched by the snowflakes, was instantly covered with frost, and several huge icebergs rose from the wide platform in the blink of an eye, freezing everyone inside.

A white, frosty mist rose up, like swirling clouds, filling the entire space in an instant.

"Hey……"

Only then did the figure of a girl draped in a blue and white gauze dress gradually emerge from the icy mist, like a blue phantom slowly taking shape.

Her voice was cool and clear, and beneath her long, slender, ice-blue eyelashes, her crystal-clear pupils were as bright as sapphires.

"It can't be over already, can it, Saintess of Light?"

"boom"

In response to her, a massive tentacle boldly broke through the glacier.

The tentacles, resembling a giant python, smashed through several icebergs before heading straight for the girl in the blue gauze dress.

"Heh, that's pretty much it."

Faced with the enormous creature filled with an eerie aura, the girl was not surprised at all; instead, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

With a slight lift of her hand, a sharp ice blade shot out from the ground to meet the tentacle, instantly splitting it in two.

"Ice Crystal Divine Art...?"

A voice, steady yet tinged with a hint of confusion, came from behind the shattered tentacles.

There, the icy mist slowly dissipated, and a flower bud formed from black tentacles slowly opened, revealing the silver-haired girl being protected within, as well as several Templar Knights who seemed somewhat nervous.

"What, the Northern Sanctuary, are you also getting involved in the private affairs of our Holy Light Sanctuary?"

Ella remained calm, her tone suggesting she didn't feel much threat from the unexpected guest, as if her earlier panicked demeanor was merely a ruse to lure him in.

“This is truly a betrayal of Heaven’s authority. In recent years, it seems that we have been too lenient in our control over the Holy Temple, to the point that you petty villains have even dared to collude with the serving families and harbor evil intentions of insubordination.”

The girl in blue chuckled lightly, "I really admire your shamelessness in manipulating evil magic and still calling yourself the master of the Temple of Light. With the fall of Light, it's long overdue for a change of master for this holy land."

"You're far from good enough."

Ella's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and black mud rose from beneath her feet, spreading like a shadow that swallowed the frost that had solidified on the ground.

Just as she was about to make her move, a burst of intense heat suddenly appeared in the air above, like a meteorite falling from the night sky, crashing down with a deafening roar.

Ella reacted quickly and immediately ordered the tentacles around her to rise up again, like a awning in mid-air to block the huge fireball.

But then, another figure emerged from the darkness. It was a tall, muscular man clad in armor. The semi-transparent aura that had been used to conceal his presence suddenly dissipated, revealing a large, roughly-shaped sword in his hand.

To Ella's astonishment, the sharp edge of the giant sword instantly tore through the barrier formed by the tentacles, causing the fierce flames in the air to pierce through the original obstacle and immediately bombard the earth.

The dazzling light, like the burst of sunlight, instantly filled the entire space.

As the heatwave subsided, Ella, her body slightly charred, knelt in the center of the arena, the mud beneath her feet churning and bubbling, the tendrils that sprouted from it appearing somewhat withered in the scorching heat.

"Hehehe, I see."

Even though she was emitting wisps of smoke, Ella's expression was no longer as calm as before; instead, it couldn't help but rise slightly.