[Guanghui Plastication Technique (B-Rank): Consumes a small amount of light-element mana to temporarily alter one’s facial features and contours. Duration and mana consumption are related. Price: 5,000 Humiliation Points.]
Only B-Rank, but it’s more than enough.
Su Nian’s thoughts continued to sift through the System Shop.
[Light-element Magic Robe (A-Rank): Increases affinity with light-element mana, enhances healing magic effects. Price: 20,000 Humiliation Points.]
Purchase.
A must-buy.
The Plastication Technique was to conceal her identity, but this new robe was meant to completely hide the collar around her neckāthe Lover’s Prison Collar.
Besides, it perfectly complemented the new image she was about to create.
Under that bastard Demon’s perverse tastes, the black stockings she wore beneath the cloak were anything but fitting.
Though she had somewhat grown used to wearing such things… it clashed horribly with the “Saintess” image she was about to embody, causing a sense of discord.
Almost the moment her mind confirmed the purchase, Su Nian immediately mobilized the mana within her body and activated the newly acquired Light-element Plastication magic.
A faint yet incredibly pure light-element energy precisely sculpted her facial contours.
No dazzling light.
No violent magical fluctuations.
Everything silently and seamlessly took shape beneath the thick, concealing cloak.
At the same time, the brand-new Light-element Magic Robe was put on with a single click through the System’s convenient function, fitting snugly to her body beneath the cloak.
The next second.
Amid the suspicious and bewildered gazes of all the townsfolk in the square, under Leon Morsen’s fierce glare, which was on the verge of losing all patience, Su Nian slowly lifted her head.
She extended her slender, fair, flawless fingers, her movements calm and composed rather than panicked, deliberately removing the hood that had concealed most of her face.
The entire cloak slipped to the ground.
A face that no one had ever seen before, bathed in the warm yet gentle afternoon sunlight, appeared vividly before everyone’s eyes.
It was a faceā¦ a face almost impossible to accurately describe with the mundane words of this world.
This face was filled with an indescribable sense of sanctity, as if it did not belong to this mortal realm.
Her features were exquisitely perfect, the lines soft and flawless, as if crafted painstakingly by the greatest divine artisan, yet without a trace of any mundane woman’s allure or seductive desire.
Her skin was whiter than snow, so delicate it seemed to flow with the pure, cold moonlight, radiating a gentle and holy glow under the sunlight, making it impossible to look at directly.
Those eyes no longer held Su Nian’s original clear and lively sky-blue hue.
Instead, they had transformed into a warm, deep amber, filled with boundless compassion.
The gaze was profound, as if harboring the wisdom to see through all worldly illusions and the mercy to understand all things.
At the same time, deep within those eyes was an innate, aloof superiority, as if a deity looking down upon ants without any personal emotion.
She stood silently on the simple, rough wooden platform.
Yet she resembled a perfect saintly statue descended from a distant divine kingdom, silently overlooking the masses below, pitying all the suffering and struggles of the world.
This face was utterly different from Su Nian’s original idol-like visage, which blended pure innocence and deadly charmāa face that could make hearts race at a glance, visually striking.
A world apart.
Now this face perfectly embodied all mortal imaginations of the legendary “Saintess”ānoble, sacred, compassionate, yet unattainable, divine to the point that no one dared entertain the slightest blasphemous thought.
At this moment, the air in the square seemed to freeze completely.
Time itself appeared to have been paused.
Those who had just mustered great courage to defend and protect Su Nian were once again deeply shaken by the extraordinary, almost miraculous sight before them.
They gazed at the radiant face as if witnessing the Goddess of Light herself descending to earth.
Their hearts filled with awe, worship, and fervor, instantly soaring to unprecedented, indescribable heights.
“Holy Ladyā¦”
No one knew who spoke first.
Countless people could no longer contain their excitement and reverence, as if overwhelmed by an invisible force, kneeling down one after another.
They unconsciously murmured prayers, their eyes devout as if looking upon the only god in their lives, tears uncontrollably streaming down.
Even the arrogant and self-important Leon Morsen, who regarded mortals as worthless and cared only for his achievements and ambitions, was startled so deeply by this suddenly appearing face suffused with overwhelming sacred aura that his heart skipped a beat.
His pupils, hidden beneath the cold steel helmet, suddenly contracted.
The savage determination and brewing fury on his face instantly froze, replaced by undeniable shock and disbelief.
Leon Morsen was indeed stunned by the beautyāno, the divine presenceāof this face.
The afternoon sunlight poured generously down, perfectly illuminating Su Nian’s newly formed visage, as if casting a flowing, warm golden radiance upon that ultimate sanctity.
Noble.
Sacred.
Carrying an absolute distance no mortal dared cross.
This scene almost made Leon Morsen forget the schemes he had just been plotting.
His heart, already roughened by ambition, desire, and bloodshed, unexpectedly skipped a beat, overwhelmed by a strange, almost reverent emotion…
Far away, Chu Tian, secretly observing through a telescope, gasped.
No wonder this little wildcat of his could still change like this.
Next time…
Perhaps he could have some new ways to play.
Just as Chu Tian’s mind brimmed with wicked thoughts, a shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.
He instantly went on alert.
The “person” before himāhe had seen before.
It was none other than the “Terrifying Knight” he had fought!
***
Leon Morsen suddenly snapped back to attention.
His eyes beneath the steel helmet quickly regained their usual sharpness and coldness after a brief daze.
Unparalleled beauty was indeed captivating, enough to drive most men insane.
But to Leon Morsen, compared to the near-touchable power and future ahead, no woman was more than a fleeting illusion.
He forced himself to calm down, his mind racing as he re-evaluated the situation.
‘Frame her again?’
This thought lingered for a moment, then was discarded.
Too risky.
Look at those peasants in the square.
Though ignorant and foolish, they were clearly bewitched by this sudden woman.
Each of their eyes burned with fanatic devotion, like the most devout believers, filled with reverence.
Forcibly arresting her might provoke an uprising.
Even if he could suppress it with the Knight Battalion’s power, the chaos would be enormous.
If word spread, it would stain Leon Morsen’s reputation.
Handling it poorly might even ruin his long-coveted path to promotion.
Not worth it.
His eyes, deep within the shadow of his helmet, were fixed tightly on that pure, flawless, unstained face on the wooden platform.
That face…
This rare Light-element magic…
A bolder, crazier, and more tempting idea silently crept into his mind.
This idea made his heart race uncontrollably.
If he could present this girl, with her peerless beauty and extremely rare Light-element healing magic…
As a lavish giftā
A gift that no noble could refuse…
To some great lord of the kingdom.
Or even… to the duke of the Morsen Family, whose power was overwhelming?
Those lofty counts, viscounts, and even dukes!
Their castles were splendid palaces standing amidst the clouds.
Their power covered the skies; one word from them could decide countless lives and honors!
Leon Morsen, as a knight who had bled and struggled on countless battlefields, narrowly escaping death many times, even with glorious feats, could hardly earn the lowest noble title.
The path to nobility was paved with the bones of countless knights.
He had seen too many comrades fall on that road, ultimately turning into cold bones, forgotten by all.
But if…
If he could gain the favor and support of a true great noble?
Even just a casual word of praise or recommendation from that figure…
Then Leon Morsen would surely become a noble!
Even if only a baron or a viscount.
That would mean completely escaping this damnable, life-threatening knight status!
He would own a land truly his own, even if just a small town.
He would become a true man above men!
The girl before him, with her breathtaking beauty alone, was already an invaluable treasure capable of driving any man mad.
If coupled with her extremely rare and precious Light-element healing ability…
Which noble wouldn’t crave health?
Who wouldn’t desire longevity?
Especially one not governed by the Church of Light, one who could be privately “owned” and summoned at will.
Her value was incalculable!
Presenting her would definitely bring enormous benefits!
Benefits far richer than framing an unknown woman for some merit!
And much safer!
The last flicker of amazement in his eyes, sparked by beauty, was completely extinguished.
In its place was an unrestrained greed and determination, like burning flames.
His gaze on the slender figure on the wooden platform had completely changed.
No longer scrutinizing, no longer doubting.
Instead, like an experienced butcher eyeing a priceless lamb about to be slaughtered.
***
At this moment, Su Nian had no idea how many sordid and filthy thoughts had twisted in this Knight Commander’s mind.
All she wanted now was to quickly resolve the trouble before her and leave this place of strife immediately.
Even one more second made her uneasy.
Especially since the damned collar around her neck was still faintly vibrating, reminding her of her humiliating predicament.
“Have you seen clearly now?”
Su Nian’s voice carried a barely perceptible chill, interrupting Leon Morsen’s thoughts.
She maintained that sacred and untouchable expression, but her tone subtly revealed a trace of impatience.
“Am I… a wanted criminal on your kingdom’s wanted list?”