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When Ian was brought back by Lady Nightingale, he was unconscious. The boy's handsome face was covered in blood, and only his pale lips could be seen.

"Ian?"

Lilith's voice trembled slightly as she watched as Lady Nightingale sprinkled a thick layer of powder on Ian's wound, yet it still couldn't stop the bleeding.

She carefully used both hands to press Ian's wound, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she felt that his body was still warm.

"Oh dear, has the bleeding stopped?" Nightingale turned to look at the wounded man. "He's quite badly injured. We need to get him to the infirmary as soon as possible."

Lilith nodded haphazardly, pressing on Ian's wound as she tried to follow, saying, "Okay, thank you—"

"She can't leave!"

On the other side, the Knight of Light sternly stopped Lilith from leaving, then turned and urgently gestured to the bishop who was negotiating with the city magistrate of Gladia: "Lord Aldington!?"

After the city's siege bell rang, many people rushed over. The one who spoke with Bishop Aldington was Lady Withers, the municipal official in charge of the reception. Upon hearing the Knight of Light's words, she turned around and pulled Lilith behind her.

“I think that’s it, Lord Aldington, you must have mistaken her for someone else.” Mrs. Withers still had a smile on her face, but her attitude was very firm. “She’s just an ordinary student.”

Aldington didn't respond. He looked at the little girl behind Mrs. Withers, who was staring blankly at the witch's departing figure. Aldington followed her gaze and saw the boy in black being controlled by magic, floating forward, with thick blood dripping down his drooping arms onto the stone pavement.

The bishop remained silent, but the knight commander behind him could no longer contain himself. Hearing Lady Withers's words, he flew into a rage: "An ordinary student? Do you know what this ordinary student just did to my subordinate?!"

The witch disappeared around the street corner, and Aldington and Lilith turned around together. Their eyes met, and the bishop smiled and said kindly, "You have to answer the questions, child. It's a necessary procedure."

Lilith blinked slowly, looking directly at the knight commander behind Bishop Aldington.

“I sent them to see the God of Light.” His tone was calm yet provocative, making Mrs. Withers’s eyelids twitch.

"You!!" The knight commander's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Why?" His Holiness the bishop asked gently.

The girl tilted her head as if thinking seriously: "They killed my horse."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Kellith remained expressionless, staring directly at the enraged knight commander behind the bishop: "And my tree."

Was such a reason too perfunctory? Mrs. Withers couldn't help but glance back at the blonde girl, signaling her not to escalate the conflict further.

His Holiness the bishop nodded: "That's really going too far."

Mrs. Withers: ...?

"My lord!?" The knight commander looked at Bishop Aldington with the eyes of someone who suspected he was being controlled by a heretic: "She is the witch who wreaked havoc in Highgarden! She has never denied it!"

The atmosphere became tense again.

Lilith finally turned her gaze back to Aldington, a hint of wickedness creeping into her smile: "Am I, Your Grace?"

The knight captain paused, too lazy to even pretend anymore. What could the bishop say now?

"Take her back to Highgarden first." The Knight Commander waved his hand, ordering his men to step forward. He decided to subdue this dangerous fugitive first; her sins would be dealt with slowly!

"Oh!"

A flash of red light swept down from above, and the tall and mighty Knight of Light was smashed face-first into the dirt, unable to help but cry out in pain, unable to get up for a long time.

The newcomer, however, showed no fear as he stepped over them to land firmly, then unsheathed his greatsword and stood in front of Lilith.

It's Leila.

That signature red hair, that unforgettable greatsword—even the Church of Light recognized him. Back in Highgarden, this renowned young master of the Taylor family was always inseparable from that person. This, and this also meant—

"This is Goredia. Who are you taking away?" A cold voice rang out, and the knight commander stiffly raised his head to meet a pair of cold, smoky gray eyes.

"May the light be with you, Your Highness."

Aldington sighed and bowed. The bishop was very particular about etiquette, and the rest of the church members, no matter how indignant they were, could only follow suit.

They watched as the princess descended from the sky to the witch's side, and immediately took her hand, using magic to cleanse her of all the filth.

With the gentle breeze stirred by magic, the girl's beautiful face reappeared, once again the stunning look she had when she was first seen by the roadside. She showed no fear in the face of the princess's preferential treatment, and stood there calmly and composedly as the princess personally helped her adjust her clothes.

Now, anyone who wasn't blind could see the closeness between the two and the princess's protectiveness. The knight commander who had just ordered the arrest was pounding with anger. He looked at the white-robed bishop in front of him, but the bishop didn't turn around to give him any hint.

The Church of Light, as a clear supporter of the King, had someone secretly defect to the Princess. No wonder the bishop refused to order the arrest of that girl no matter what!

"Lulu and the others haven't come back yet," Lilith said softly, her eyes lowered.

Catherine nodded and looked at Leila. Without needing to give any instructions, the Oath Knight understood her meaning. Leila casually picked a horse, mounted it, and galloped out of the city.

“Highgarden and Goredia were once known as the Twin Cities.” Catherine didn’t let go of her friend’s hand after checking Lilith’s condition. She stroked the thin calluses on Lilith’s fingertips, her tone unreadable: “Like Highgarden, this place is a testament to the thousand-year glory of the Gaia Empire.”

"It was Zora herself who issued the decree that from the Benliu River to the border of Karaxia County, all the fields and villages included belonged to the city of Goredia, and this has remained unchanged for a thousand years. I'm really curious, when did this place also come under the jurisdiction of the Church, Your Excellency?"

It was a direct and blunt question.

At this moment, some of the followers looked up and realized that the princess no longer had her usual kind smile. Her gray eyes, which were looking down, were icy cold. Although there was no black-armored knight behind her, her imposing and murderous aura swept over them like a blizzard, causing the resentful whispers among the crowd to gradually disappear.

“You have misunderstood, Your Highness.” Aldington bowed again in apology, his attitude respectful.

"We came here because a dream plague-like event, similar to those recorded in historical documents, has occurred in the city of Goredia. His Holiness the Pope and His Majesty the King were quite concerned upon hearing about it, which is why they sent me and officials from the Mage's Guild to investigate and bring blessings of light to the people of Goredia to appease their hearts. However, we never expected..."

The white-robed bishop looked at Lilith and sighed softly, "I never expected things to turn out like this. This child is definitely not a witch; I know that better than anyone."

"is it?"

Catherine's voice was devoid of warmth. She glanced casually at the city gate, and the experienced knight commander beside her suddenly felt a chill in the sweltering summer heat, the skin on the back of his neck tightening.

Since Her Highness the Princess appeared, the city official, Lady Withers, who had been arguing vehemently, quietly took a half step back and handed over the power of the conversation entirely to the Princess. Only then did the Knight Commander truly realize that this was Goredia, the territory that Her Highness had cultivated for many years after abandoning the Church!

The shadows of the guards on the city wall were stretched long by the sunlight and projected onto the paving stones below the city gate, right in front of the knight commander. He guessed that if the princess nodded slightly at this moment, the owners of those shadows would not hesitate to pull up the city gate and leave them in this city forever.

The princess's thoughtful expression clearly indicated that she was considering this possibility!

The knight commander was sweating profusely.