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"Uncle Rand, everyone, I'm grateful for your care along the way. Viviana Droste will always remember this."

"Your courage in facing powerful enemies with your mortal bodies shines like a knight guarding his faith. Although I am not someone worthy of your life, your kindness and loyalty, your steadfastness and bravery will surely be the light on my path forward."

As Viviana spoke, she walked out of the crowd and gave a knight's salute to everyone.

"May the light of Casimir's chivalry forever bless your brave and fearless souls."

The Kurantas stood frozen in place, the swords in their hands trembling slightly.

Zoel scanned everyone's expressions, a hint of amusement in his smile.

"Well, Miss Viviana," Zoel said, bowing slightly and giving a gentlemanly salute. "Next, I will lead the way for you. Someone will also send a message to your father soon."

Viviana glanced at him and said nothing.

Her slender fingers lightly grasped the candle sword, and she certainly had no intention of surrendering.

He wanted to wait until he was farther away before launching a surprise attack, to see if he could escape from the forest under the cover of darkness.

The opponents are six powerful magicians, one of whom was once a member of the Witch King's Band, so the operation is more likely to fail.

Even so, Viviana had no intention of falling into the hands of the Witch King's remnants, let alone allowing them to use her to threaten her exhausted father...

Although she looks delicate, she is actually very strong inside.

After taking only two steps, Viviana suddenly realized that there were only two magicians following her.

There were still three people standing there without moving, maintaining their spells ready to be unleashed, staring intently at Uncle Rand and the others.

"Please rest assured, I have no intention of breaking my promise." Zoel noticed Viviana's hesitation and immediately explained, "As long as these lowly horses don't seek death, they will definitely survive. Otherwise, I wouldn't have left only three people to watch them."

Upon hearing this, Viviana started moving again, and at the same time, she felt more confident.

As long as I find the right opportunity, I will only have to face three people next, and I should be able to win!

The moonlight shattered into silver flakes among the overlapping branches, and Viviana's antlers made a tearing sound as they scraped through the dead vines.

She held the candle sword across her chest, and the spell-casting unit embedded in the hilt flickered with her breathing, dragging firefly-like streams of light across the moss.

"despair."

The sound of heels tapping on tree trunks came from above.

Zor hung upside down from the treetops, the bow of the violin brushed across the ends of her raised hair, and a strand of amber-colored hair fell, which he caught and wrapped around his fingertips to play with.

"Be careful, Miss Viviana."

Black and red flames ignited at his fingertips, and his hair curled up into ash in an instant.

"If your father saw you in such a state, I don't know how distressed he would be."

Viviana stared at Zor. His black, erect horns made him look like a demon, and his grinning mouth looked even more sinister.

The Elafia girl bit her lip unwillingly. Her plan was indeed successful, but only half successful.

She underestimated Zor's strength and never expected that he would be so much stronger than her.

You know, as a new competitive knight, she has never neglected any training.

But who among those who were selected to join the Witch King Band back then was not a genius?

Even so, Zoel is just an ordinary violinist.

Taking the candlestick from the sword, Viviana held it to her chest and lowered her eyes.

A white candle was inserted in the brass candlestick. The faint flame started from the wick and turned into a dancing flame in an instant.

Dots of firefly light emerged from around Viviana, and she was surrounded by the flashes, like a fairy in the forest in a fairy tale.

She stood at the dividing line between light and shadow, her snow-white knight robe fluttering like a flag in the wind.

"Light and shadow spells?" Zor chuckled. "Unfortunately, the candlelight is too small."

"Although the candle flame is small, it is enough to dispel the darkness around me!"

Viviana shouted and swung her sword backhand, and the candlelight suddenly expanded into an arc-shaped blade of light that slashed straight forward.

Zor, however, swooped towards another tree like a night owl, and the blade of light split his remaining shadow and cut off the tree behind it.

The vibrato of the violin suddenly pierced the darkness, and the sound waves turned into solid thorns, scraping against Viviana's calves and causing blood to splatter.

The girl with deer horns staggered and held onto the rock, then plunged her sword into the mud.

The blazing light stream exploded radially, scattering around like a sharp sword, wantonly cutting through everything in the light and shadow.

Zoel was forced back by the exploding candlelight and landed lightly on a tree stump a few dozen steps away. He looked at the Elafia girl who was panting but still stubborn and refused to give in.

"It's so beautiful, like a rockhorn cornered."

"Would you like to guess? Who ran out of energy first, you or my patience?"

Zoel walked forward slowly, his unhurried voice echoing in the forest, and he never took Viviana seriously.

"Your stubbornness is like an off-key concerto, claiming to be tragic and inspiring, but in reality it throws the entire orchestra into disharmony... Since you've ruined this elegant invitation, I can only end with the screams of your guards."

Viviana had already noticed that Zor's two men did not follow.

Now it seems that they were ordered to deal with Uncle Rand.

I thought I could keep the danger away, but I never expected that I would end up hurting them.

Perhaps, the only thing he could do now was to wait for Zor to come closer, use Pyroblast, and drag him to die here together!

It takes time to charge up, and you can't let the other party detect you.

Viviana endured the pain, stood up and pointed the rapier at Zor's throat.

She suddenly remembered the chapter in "The Knight of the Golden Cup" where Princess Irene was trapped in a high tower. The cursed princess would use her silver bell-like singing voice to attract knights-errant on full-moon nights, but her own breathing was shattered by the enemy's ridicule.

The sonic blades from Zor's bow chased her, leaving cuts, as if teasing a wounded prey.

The knights in the story were always able to raise their shields just in time to block the fatal blow, but after blocking several times, the long sword in her hand was knocked out of her hand by Zor's violin, and she lost her only weapon.

His fingers clasped the flickering candlestick, protecting the last flame.

"Should I say you are naive? Or stupid?"

Zor suddenly stopped and looked at the embarrassed Viviana from a distance.

"After all this, you still want to drag me down with you? You really never learn your lesson."

The antler girl's expression froze. She didn't know how the other party had seen through her, but her final struggle had undoubtedly failed.

"You don't think I'm the brainless villain in a chivalric novel, do you? One of those idiots who gets carried away once he's got the upper hand, only to be overthrown by the protagonist in the end?"

Zor released several layers of spell shields in front of him, carefully pulling them up to the maximum.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you die. Sending your remains to your father might be more effective. We also have spells that can imitate voices and appearances. Then, we can let you tell the Elector Count whatever we want."

Viviana's pupils suddenly shrank.

Only then did he realize that he had been stuck in a dead end from the very beginning.

Unless we can defeat or even kill these remnants of the Witch King, we will be exploited by them no matter what.

She was fascinated by the heroic figures of knights slaying evildoers in novels.

But now it seems that stories are just stories after all.

Those romantic plots that once kept her awake at night were all carefully woven lies.

A true villain would not be careless at the critical moment, and the hostage-taken lady would not be able to wait for rescue in the morning light.

Viviana felt cold all over, as if she was about to be swallowed by the darkness. Only the flickering candlelight in her hand could bring her a trace of warmth.

She seemed to remember her childhood when she was afraid of the dark and would ask her mother to light a candle and read storybooks to her.

Later, when her mother passed away, she could only light candles by herself to fight the darkness.

Even though she knew that fairy tales were false, the little girl Elafia, who once curled up in the attic reading storybooks, was still waiting for a miracle to illuminate the night.

But the miracle did not happen, or rather, he was holding a miracle in his hands.

Even if it can only turn into a shining flame to illuminate the darkness for a moment, it is still a victory for me!

Viviana no longer concealed her actions. She raised the candlestick in her hand high. The orange-red candlelight gradually turned into bright white as it accumulated power, as dazzling as daylight.

"What a touching farewell, Miss Viviana."

Zor shook his head regretfully, but did not stop Viviana. She couldn't hurt him anyway.

"As brilliant as you are, yet you are willing to become a fleeting firework? What a pity! The bloodline of Hochberg should have blossomed even more brilliantly in the chess game of my king's revival!"

At the mention of the Witch King, Zor's voice suddenly became fanatical and high-pitched.

"Well, when your halo fades, I will use my shadow to perform a more elegant performance for you..."

Before Zor could finish his words, a short gunshot interrupted him. The bullet pierced his heart from his unprotected back.

With his arms spread wide, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the blood plasma oozing out of his chest. Only one last thought flashed through his mind.

Why didn't I use the all-round shield, but just stacked the shields in front of me?

Viviana stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the arrogant Zor falling to the ground.

A dazzling light emerged from behind him, bright, soft, and extremely sacred.

A tall and handsome angel walked out of the forest, holding a bright silver pistol in his hand.

The light he emitted merged with the candlelight, dispelling the darkness that enveloped Viviana and bringing her light.

Chen Xiu slowly walked up to Viviana, knelt down on one knee, and wanted to take the candlestick from her hand.

But Viviana didn't let go, her slender fingers still tightly gripping the handle.

"The villain is dead. You no longer need to maintain such a terrifying spell." Chen Xiu said soothingly, "I swear in the name of the law. As long as I am here, your light will never be swallowed by darkness again."

The bright, eerie candlelight gradually died out, and Viviana loosened her grip on the candlestick.

Looking at Sakota who turned the situation around at the critical moment, it felt like a miracle of fate.

It turns out that the knights in the story are not just Kurantas with spears or swords.

Or maybe, a Sakota armed with a gun...

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Knight... You arrived bearing light, like the radiance that dispels despair in the story. How should I address you? My benefactor."

Chapter 128 Viviana: Mr. Knight, I will remember your kindness (3K)

Chen Xiu looked at Viviana.

The Elafia girl was now bathed in light.

The huge antlers cast a shadow on the tree trunk, as if the tree had grown two more branches.

The soft long hair flowing out from the hood was shining bright golden, and the girl's beautiful purple eyes sparkled like crystals, containing inexplicable emotions.

Her face was covered in dust and her clothes were stained.

But these tiny flaws not only fail to destroy her beauty, but instead make her look more like a real person.

Otherwise, you would really think she was a fairy elf walking out of a painting, or a forest fairy in a story.

The only thing that could be considered regrettable was her calf which was still bleeding after being injured.

But it wasn't her fault, and the culprit who caused the harm has been brought to justice.

"I am merely a traveler guided by the law. My name is unimportant," Chen Xiuyi replied righteously. "If you insist on calling me by a name, you may call me by whatever you like."

After deciding to rescue Viviana as Sakota, Chen Xiu had no intention of revealing his name.

In order to facilitate future actions, the identities of the two states of Sakota and Sarkaz must be separated to a certain extent.

The secret of his ability to change races will never be known to anyone except his trusted people.

Although I saved Viviana this time, I won't be able to spend too much time with her due to time constraints.

At most, the two parties can only be considered to have met by chance and are acquainted with each other, but it is not to the extent that they can have close exchanges.

And given her current environment, it is not appropriate to get involved too much.

He is both Elector Shi Tongling and Grand Knight Casimir.