The Saintesses couldn’t help but raise their eyebrows.
The newly acquired puppy was quite something.
But since he was the Saintesses’ dog anyway, they would just treat it as him barking a few more times; it was no big deal.
Arilan scratched her head. She hadn’t expected things to be resolved in such a manner.
She originally thought she would have to take action herself and then do this or that, but she hadn’t expected her sisters to actually come.
Furthermore, she was a bit concerned about something and asked, “Saint of Temperance, just now you…”
Lilibell poked her head out and said, “I’m fine.”
As she spoke, she was about to draw a teleportation circle again.
After thinking for a moment, seeing that things didn’t seem to be in a rush, she took out a flute and blew it, summoning a white horse with wings on its back.
She was the first to mount the horse.
Then she beckoned to Arilan.
The Saint of Diligence had already walked over, reaching out her hand to pinch Arilan’s cheek, saying, “Let’s go. You’re still worried about Temperance’s state, aren’t you?”
Arilan nodded solemnly.
“Yes.”
Yegelin lowered her voice and said, “The Gluttony corresponding to Temperance is just a surface appearance. What Temperance actually restrains is greed—greed for beauty, greed for power, greed for love, and the ultimate greed for everything. If not tempered, it will lead to the destruction of the Saint of Temperance.”
They arrived before the white horse.
Just as the two of them got on.
Lilibell suddenly spoke in a ghostly tone, “Diligence, get off.”
Clearly, she had heard what Diligence just said, and thus kicked her off the white horse.
Lilibell patted the horse’s back, and the white horse spread its wings and began to fly slowly.
As for the Saint of Diligence?
Diligence was left stomping her feet on the ground.
The white clouds drifted leisurely, and the breeze blew gently. The scenery on the border seemed exceptionally beautiful today.
Arilan sat in front.
Lilibell sat behind.
Her left hand supported Arilan’s waist, while her right hand wrapped around Arilan’s right thigh, gently resting on her lower abdomen, as if she were protecting her younger sister for fear she might fall from mid-air!
Of course, Lilibell was also acting quite affectionately.
Her chin rested on Arilan’s shoulder, and her breath brushed against Arilan’s face with every inhalation.
Arilan felt an itchy sensation on her face, and her back… was also undergoing a heavy test!
She tilted her head slightly, and the next moment, her cheek came into contact with Lilibell’s cheek.
Arilan was startled, but Lilibell just smiled, then leaned in closer and rubbed against Arilan’s cheek.
Arilan suddenly had an ominous premonition. She couldn’t help but think: “Sister Lilibell wouldn’t just be… treating me like a doll to dote on, right?”
Probably, but… there was nothing wrong with being a younger sister. However, she had to seriously mention the matter of the Saint of Temperance, saying, “Sister Temperance, I’m not a little child anymore.”
Lilibell rubbed against her again and said affectionately, “I know, I know. The Saint of Chastity is already a beautiful, grown woman!”
Arilan was troubled. She thought of her identity; as the Saint of Chastity, she shouldn’t be worrying about such things.
Then she thought of what the Saint of Diligence had just said. Deep in Lilibell’s heart, there might be an extreme greed for love, but she would stop that kind of greed.
Otherwise, it would lead to destruction?
Arilan sighed. “Sigh—”
Lilibell rubbed against Arilan’s cheek again and whispered in her ear, “Chastity, why are you sighing? Are you worried about the demi-humans in the city?”
“Don’t worry.”
“Leave it to your big sister.”
Arilan nodded hesitantly.
In reality, she was conflicted about being treated like a younger sister, but it seemed there was no way out of this situation.
She really wished she had a phone in her hand so she could post a thread and ask the omniscient netizens what she should do.
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Gradually, the silhouette of Athest City entered their sight.
By the time the soldiers on the walls reacted, the white horse had already flown into the city.
Malcolm, the commander of the Fourth Wing Legion, was originally on the wall guarding against a possible orc invasion. When he saw the winged white horse flying toward them, he immediately shouted, “Enemy attack! Shoot her down!”
Before his words could land.
A white feather drifted in front of him. It was a very precious token of the Church.
Malcolm reached out to catch the white feather, and in the next moment, his pupils dilated.
He hurriedly shouted again.
“Stop! Everyone stop!”
“That is a Saintess, not an enemy!”
There were at least seven ballistae present. Under the operation of the well-trained soldiers, they had already turned their direction to aim at the white horse.
Similar white feathers also drifted to the Mihre Cathedral. The two individuals who had been beaten to a pulp, Lorance and Kalmar, truly couldn’t stand or crawl, so they could only have people hurriedly carry them on stretchers.
Inside the Council Chamber.
It was even more chaotic and noisy.
Arilan’s arrival caused them all to cast watchful gazes. When they saw the two other Saintesses beside her, suspicious looks appeared in many people’s eyes.
Athest was located on the border. These local officials rarely had the chance to come into contact with the high and mighty Saintesses. For a moment, they did not recognize the two Saintesses whom they had only seen in portraits.
Or perhaps it had been a long time since they had looked up at the statues of the Saintesses?
These people were more concerned with matters of personal interest.
“Saintess, what is the situation with the orcs?”
Gareas, the deputy commander of the Fourth Wing Legion, asked nervously. He had now sided with Saint Arilan and was truly tied to her interests.
Arilan said, “The orc tribes have already retreated.”
Gareas shouted in joy, “That’s wonderful!”
Arilan withheld some information. Just as they could use the orcs to pressure her, perhaps in the future, she could also use the orcs to put pressure on them?
She was now more concerned with another question: “Who signed that proposal?”
Gareas said in a low voice, “They… all signed it.”
Shinbian and others walked over, saying with righteous indignation, “Saintess, this is coercion. We will not acknowledge it!”
Ibyssos was actually here as well at this time, saying loudly, “This is absolutely a smear. Such conduct by the Saintess is simply a betrayal of virtue!”
Arilan sneered.
Just as she was about to take out the letter of Ibyssos’s collusion with the orcs and the evidence of these people’s crimes that she had entrusted Tanying to collect for a full liquidation—
“Hold on.”
Lilibell suddenly called out.
Then, she looked at Ibyssos with great interest and said, “I heard that you once said you would rather die before the Saint of Chastity. Is that true?”
The thing Ibyssos least wanted to mention now was that matter. He immediately barked, “Who do you think you are, daring to question me here?”
Arilan couldn’t help but shake her head.
You’re the one seeking your own death.
Lilibell’s temperament was quite good, and she did not get angry because of this.
On the contrary, Lorance and Kalmar, who had been carried in, felt their eyes nearly burst when they heard Ibyssos’s words.
Their expressions were filled with a hatred that wished they could skin Ibyssos alive. The two of them hurriedly got down from their stretchers.
Their legs were almost broken, but they crawled to the front of Lilibell and prostrated themselves deeply on the ground, only hoping that this Saintess could see their hearts of sincere repentance.
[Saintess, please forgive our sins!]
[Saintess, please forgive our transgressions!]
The crowd: What’s going on?
Wait, another Saintess?
The Council Chamber instantly fell into a dead silence. Ibyssos’s body went limp, and he slumped to the ground.
Two words echoed in his mind.
Finished.