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Then, the girl whispered again, "Lie down."

"Holy Maiden of Light, don't push your luck too far!!"

An elder of the family finally couldn't hold back his anger and roared, but then his head was chopped off by Ye Xiao, who was standing next to him with a blank expression.

Blood splattered on the clean, smooth marble floor, staining the beautifully patterned carpet—a truly shocking sight.

"Get down."

Ella rested her cheek on her hand, her expression already showing signs of impatience.

"Don't kill me... God above... I'm prostrating, I'm prostrating..."

Lazirus looked grief-stricken, turning his head away, unable to bear looking at his elder who had been beheaded. He hunched over and lay prostrate on the ground.

This became the most humiliating moment of Lazirus's life.

Ironically, at that moment, more than ever before, Lazirus longed for the God of Light to look down and see what was happening here.

Gods above, this is no saint of light, she is clearly an evil and tyrannical witch!

Ella's expression softened as she placed her slender legs on Razirus's broad back.

"That's much easier to get used to."

She smiled alluringly, her gaze sweeping over the knights under her command.

The afternoon sunlight, like a golden veil, draped over her petite figure clad in an elegant white dress. Her silver hair cascaded down, and her rosy eyes on her lovely face revealed a cunning and alluring charm.

"Welcome, Holy Maiden, to assume the throne of Holy Lord!"

Inside the council chamber, rows of Templar Knights knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, thus completing this simple inauguration ceremony.

Chapter 104 Tyrant

After taking up residence in the Holy City White Tower, Ella did not rush to send people to seize the strongholds of the two families. Instead, she immediately began to summon all the priests in the city to the council hall to report and reclaim the existing powers.

Undoubtedly, the Rossia and Boromeo families took the opportunity to create obstacles, causing some priests to deliberately delay and hinder the process of bringing the saintess back, and also causing various core departments to shut down to exert pressure and resistance, as they lacked money and manpower on one side and had incomplete information gathering on the other.

The core assets of the Holy City, including various resources and wealth, talents and land, were actually gradually divided up by the three major families over the long years. As a result, now as long as the families withdraw their personnel, the entire Holy City becomes a mess.

Typically, for a newly appointed lord, the lack of cooperation and passive resistance from his senior officials at all levels is quite troublesome. This greatly hinders the lord's control over the current situation of the city, let alone his ability to manage it effectively.

But this only applies to ordinary lords; Ella wouldn't care about that.

There was only one way she could deal with it: beheading.

Those who do not cooperate and openly defy God's will, needless to say, will be beheaded;

Those who feign illness, who only become sick now when they're not sick, should be dragged out and beheaded.

Those who pretend to cooperate but are actually messing around, whether genuinely stupid or feigning stupidity, are unworthy of their position, disgrace the image of the Holy Church, and should be beheaded.

Anyone who abandons their post and tries to run away must have committed a crime and is feeling guilty; they should be caught and beheaded.

……

Although there were warning signs, neither the Rossia nor the Boromeo families expected that the saintess's methods could be so ruthless.

They thought this should have been a confrontation between the old guard and the young, foreign chosen ones, a game of politics and the interests of the people.

But they still underestimated the saintess's tyranny. It seemed that she came to this city with only one purpose: to kill.

For three whole days, the entire holy city was awash in blood.

Below the white tower, the headless priests, clad in magnificent robes, kneeling before the statue of the god of light, are lined up in dense rows. At first glance, one might mistake them for a large group of newly built sculptures.

As a warning and deterrent, the Templars guarded the surrounding area and did not even allow the families of the deceased to collect their bodies, leaving the vultures that gathered there to feast on them every day.

Crows swarmed across the city, blanketing every corner of the city-state like dark clouds sweeping across the white earth; each one was a spy for the saintess. For a time, even in their own homes, the fearful priests dared not speak more than after drawing the curtains.

The title "Tyrant Saintess" circulated among the priests of the Holy City. Every priest who had ever held a position was terrified and turned pale upon hearing the name of the Saintess.

Of course, this is also related to the cold-blooded Templar Knights under the Holy Maiden's command.

The First Knights were reassigned by Ella to the city gates and ports, solely responsible for blocking those who wanted to flee the city with their belongings.

Meanwhile, within the city, the Knights of Loren, who belonged to the Holy Light Revelation Society, were sent over by her through a spatial portal. These knights, who were now almost absolutely loyal to her, showed no mercy in dealing with the priests who were guilty of crimes.

However, Ella wouldn't kill indiscriminately. She would only arrest and behead people if they were found to have something to hide on the list provided by Decari, or if they had any vested interests with the three major families. But there were indeed many people who met the criteria, so there was nothing she could do about it.

For cases that were truly difficult to judge, the Holy Temple would invoke its unique skill of judging cultists—the Proverbs of Lies. As a result, every day, batches of priests and Holy Temple knights would be dragged into the Judgment Hall inside the White Tower.

Despite the execution of so many priests, the newly cleaned council hall was much more lively than it had been three days ago.

Aside from Julius and Ye Xiao, who were among the knights who initially came to the Holy City with Ella, there are now quite a few elders and priests transferred from the Loren Sanctuary and the Mist City Sanctuary.

Others were local priests whose backgrounds were investigated and found to be related to the former Holy Lord, or who were not involved in the affairs of the three major families. Unfortunately, there were not many high-ranking priests among them; most of them had been suppressed for many years and had never held a high position.

The local priests who were able to meet the saintess in the council hall were all secretly discovered by the Holy Light Revelation branch of the Dekali organization.

These priests did not entirely agree with Ella's actions. For example, at this moment, a simply dressed priest knelt down and made a petition when he first met the girl on the throne.

“Your Excellency… I cannot accept your transfer. The Gospel of my Lord should be based on love and mercy. Even the guilty should be dealt with appropriately according to their sins, rather than being sentenced to the same death. Even barbarians do not have such a bloody trial method. This is simply too horrifying.”

"Oh?"

With her small feet resting on the "Head of the Lazirus Family" branded pads, Ella raised an eyebrow, rested the back of her hand on her cheek, and tilted her head with a light laugh. "Looks like you have some brilliant ideas?"

“I…I dare not question the Holy Maiden’s choice, it’s just that my own understanding of the Holy Light…is hard for me to accept.”

The priest lowered his head, swallowed hard, and dared not meet the gaze of the girl sitting high on the throne.

The brutality of this newly appointed Holy Maiden of Light has become common knowledge throughout the city over the past three days.

He didn't know how a pastor who was only responsible for street worship could suddenly be summoned to the White Tower Council Hall, but he had never accepted coercion from the three major families before, and he would not accept the tyrant's saintess's offer now.

"Tsk tsk, the position I transferred you to is in financial management, which has nothing to do with trials. Is that not acceptable?"

A girl's melodious and languid voice came from ahead.

"This...this is a difference in ideology, please forgive me for not being able to accept it."

The pastor gritted his teeth and said.

"So you mean my understanding of the Holy Light is wrong?"

"No...no! No, Your Holiness!"

Cold sweat dripped down the pastor's forehead. "You're not wrong. I... I just can't get over the hurdle in my own heart!"

He tried his best to make his tone humble, and his nervous speech even made him stutter.

He was afraid of dying, but he was even more afraid that if he died here, the poor people in the suburbs who were still relying on his help might not be able to survive the winter.

"Anning Lane...I remember, is that what it's called?"

Ella slowly and suddenly brought up a topic that seemed completely unrelated to the current conversation.

The pastor was taken aback at first, then a chill suddenly ran down his spine.

Because that was the name of the refugee settlement in the bay that he was helping.

This made him seem to realize something suddenly. He looked up in alarm, meeting the girl's crescent-shaped eyes. "How did you know!?... No, no, Your Holiness, please, I was wrong! I apologize for angering you with my foolishness! If you wish to punish someone, punish me alone..."

How could she know about such a thing? This is clearly outside the jurisdiction of the Holy City!?

Rumors are circulating that the crows that have recently appeared in large numbers are the evil incarnation of this tyrannical saintess. Could it be true?

Thinking of this, the pastor felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"There's no need to repeat such a cliché."

Ella waved her small hand lightly, "The Holy City's treasury has been severely depleted recently, and there is a shortage of manpower. If the relief funds allocated to the slums are not managed by a designated person, they can easily be embezzled by unscrupulous individuals."

"The distribution of relief funds in Anning Lane falls under the jurisdiction of the West District Finance Bureau. Reverend Lightblair, if this task is handed over to someone else, I cannot guarantee that the relief funds will be distributed properly."

"Please... ah?"

The pastor paused, "...Relief funds?"

The slums in the Gulf should be outside the jurisdiction of the Holy City. When did they start receiving relief funds?

"Recently added projects,"

Ella yawned. "It's a pity. If you were willing to take on the management of the West District's finances, then it would be yours. Since you're not willing, then forget it."

"Wait...wait a moment, Your Majesty, I..."

The pastor looked conflicted.

"I'm very busy. The next person to be transferred is still in line, so I don't have time to wait for you."

"I accept...I accept!"

The pastor quickly spoke, then bowed and was about to kowtow, "Thank you, Saint..."

"Just accept it, now you can go."

Ella waved her hand, and a stamped parchment fell into the priest's hand.

"This way, please. I'll take you to your office, Mr. Treasurer."

The Templar Knight immediately helped the priest up and then gestured to the side.

"Ah, ah...?"

The priest was led away from the meeting hall by the knight, and left in a daze.

"Sometimes I really don't understand..."

Julius stood beside Ella, watching the priest's departing figure, seemingly sighing, "Your Holiness, your heart should be kind..."

After spending these few days together, Julius realized that he didn't need to be so careful with his words; Ella was just extremely cruel to the priests she disliked.

But she seemed quite kind to her own people. For example, Orfino made several abstract requests to the Holy Maiden to replace the "foot pads" with his own, but the Holy Maiden only hit him a few times with a bayberry pit.

"Does this really need to be phrased as a question? Am I not kind?"

Ella pouted and glanced at Julius.

"Well... but sometimes, like what that pastor just said, isn't it a bit too cruel?"

Julius stroked his chin, considered for a moment, and then added several layers of armor. "Of course, this is just what's circulating outside, not my opinion, and I don't mean to question Your Excellency."

“I understand what you mean, but Mr. Julius, whether something is cruel or not depends on who it is directed at.”

Ella took the teacup Ye Xiao handed her, took a sip, and revealed a smile with an indescribable charm.

“They call these sinners from the three major families cruel, but I prefer to call them efficient.”

Chapter 105 The Boromeo Family's Predicament

Boromeo House, Main Castle, Family Meeting Room.

"This can't go on like this."

The patriarch, Regliboromeo, was pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

"Although the Holy Maiden of Light did not attack the main residences of the two families, she has almost wiped out the family members outside."

His anxiety was palpable. As Ella gradually dismantled the three major families' control over the Holy City through bloody means, many priests from the families who served in the Holy City dared not stay outside their residences any longer and fled the city, begging to return to their families for protection.

After all, no one can bear to hear every now and then that their colleague has been dragged to the White Pagoda and beheaded like a stray dog.

But how long can the castle protect them?

The First Knights had blocked off all roads leading to the sea in the entire Morning Star Ridge, and crows were watching everywhere in the streets and fields.

The crows even swaggered up to the outer towers, constantly peering through the windows with their big eyes, forcing them to keep the curtains of the entire castle tightly drawn even in broad daylight, like vampires.

Regri could only have the guards try to drive them away, since they couldn't kill them all, and might even trigger some unknown nerve of that crazy woman.

"Is she determined to force us to fight to the death?"

The one who spoke at this moment was Ferran Boromeo, the eldest son of Regré.

He had the same thick blond hair as his sister, shimmering like the sun, but his clear, deep blue eyes occasionally revealed cunning and gloom.

Sitting beside him was his second son, Ivano. Compared to his arrogant older brother, Ivano looked much younger, his hands nervously clasped together, a picture of tension on his face.

The two daughters, Theresa and Agnes, sat side by side on the other side of the conference table.

At this moment, Theresa also had a frown on her face, but her eyes seemed somewhat absent-minded.