‘Th-then, what if I really didn’t do that kind of thing with Iana afterward? What would you do then?’
Blonde-haired Lilian’s face flushed slightly.
She was always shy about such topics. Â
If it weren’t for the other her insisting on bringing it up, she wouldn’t have discussed it at all.
Silver-haired Lilian stroked her chin, thinking for a moment before finally nodding helplessly.
‘If in the end you really didn’t do that kind of thing with Sister Iana, then let’s just pretend this agreement between us never existed, alright?’Â Â
‘Alright.’ Blonde-haired Lilian compromised. Â
She didn’t have a better option right now; the only one she could rely on was the other her.
Besides, the condition she proposed wasn’t too excessive.
After all, she only said that she would bring her along if she did that kind of thing with Iana.
Whether or not she actually did it was up to herself.
At the very moment Blonde-haired Lilian agreed to the condition, the silver-haired Lilian, who had her eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them.
Her eyes, once a deep crimson, transformed into a piercing sapphire blue.
The aura that had once seemed weak—almost feeble—around Lilian became unfathomably deep, like an abyss without end.
But this abyss now gazed upon those who stood before her, those who sought to burn her and Iana alive.
Everyone under her gaze couldn’t help but shiver, as if they were being targeted by something deadly dangerous—an encounter with death itself.
Chaos instantly erupted among the crowd.
The Holy Knights remained relatively composed, but the onlooking civilians scattered in all directions, panicked and fleeing.
“Run! The Infected has awakened! She’ll kill us all!”
“I told you we should have burned those two earlier! Now look what’s happened, we’re all doomed here.”
“What’s the panic? Aren’t the Holy Knights here? I believe this little Infected can’t cause much trouble.”
But in an instant, the shouts and laments blended into a cacophony of unrest.
“Silence!”
The knight at the front shouted sharply, suppressing the out-of-control crowd.
“Don’t worry, with the Holy Knights here, one little Infected won’t make waves.”
Though the knight’s voice was booming and confident, he himself had no real confidence inside.
The aura radiating from silver-haired Lilian was far too powerful, overwhelming even him.
He was renowned throughout the kingdom as a prodigy: at ten years old, his Bloodline Development surpassed 10%, at twelve it passed 20%, at sixteen 30%, and now his Bloodline Development had reached a terrifying 55%.
Even among the Holy Knights, his strength was near the top, vastly superior to those barely qualified at 30% Bloodline Development.
Yet even he felt a chill of fear when facing the silver-haired Lilian, as if confronting an enemy he could never hope to defeat.
“Had enough fun? Now it’s my turn.”
Silver-haired Lilian’s voice was eerie, as if it did not come from her mouth but from the depths of hell itself.
The thick hemp rope that had bound her and Iana was effortlessly sliced like a single hair.
She soared through the air, diving down to catch Iana, who was about to fall into the fire now that her rope had been cut.
At this moment, Iana had already slipped into unconsciousness from inhaling too much smoke.
Her lips were as dazzling as cherry blossoms, delicate and alluring, drawing people in without their noticing.
Her youthful and beautiful face blushed faintly, brows furrowed slightly as if trapped in a nightmare.
Silver-haired Lilian couldn’t help but touch Iana’s soft, tender cheeks with her fingers, causing her brows to furrow even more tightly.
Then she let out a coquettish sound that could have killed Awei countless times over.
“So adorable!”
She poked Iana’s cheek again, a fond smile curling on her lips.
But soon, she raised her head and her gaze turned cold and sharp as she swept across the crowd.
“How dare you harm my Sister Iana? Unforgivable.”
A chill accompanied her voice, creeping into the ears of everyone present, making their bodies tremble involuntarily.
The knight gripped his sword tightly, forcing down his fear as he shouted, “All knights, form ranks! Protect the civilians and retreat!”
Upon receiving the order, the Holy Knights quickly gathered, forming a human wall in front of silver-haired Lilian.
Yet to her, their movements appeared as slow and laughable as a video on slow motion.
“Useless struggle.” She snorted lightly and waved her hand.
“Holy Judgement: Shackles of Light.”
Several black chains filled with powerful energy shot toward the knights, locking them tightly before they could even form a proper formation.
The power of this skill far exceeded the chains Blonde-haired Lilian had used during the Holy Trial.
Moreover, a peculiar aura permeated the chains—a dark, demonic energy.
If Iana were awake, she would surely recognize it as the aura of the Infected.
The knights’ eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the black chains binding them, muttering, “Impossible… This can’t be.”
It was no wonder they were so shocked, for this skill was originally exclusive to the Saintess Bloodline.
Currently, only Saintess Elia possessed the ability to wield it.
And now, this unknown child suddenly appeared and could use the same skill—how could anyone remain calm under such circumstances?
Furthermore, the knight felt the unique aura of the Infected coursing through the chains, continuously corroding his body.
“No, if this goes on, I’ll definitely be drained to death.”
Gritting his teeth, the knight roared, “Holy Judgement: Divine Sword.”
Immediately, a white aura manifested around him, coalescing into a giant white sword.
The hilt radiated a special energy that warned everyone present—except silver-haired Lilian—of impending danger.
The knight swung the giant sword fiercely at the black chains binding him, but as soon as the blade touched the chains, it was absorbed like a stream merging into the sea.