“What, did you misjudge? Need me to cover the bill?” Silver-haired Lilian squinted, smirking mockingly.
“Or perhaps our esteemed Saintess wants to use her status to bully me into taking responsibility for her mistakes?”
Hearing Silver-haired Lilian’s sarcastic tone, Elia’s expression remained calm; not a trace of agitation showed in her heart.
In other words, if anyone wanted to anger Elia, they were at least a hundred years too early.
She simply shook her head slightly, her stunningly beautiful face still wearing a faint smile, as if this was how she greeted everyone:
“I had a bad feeling all along. Beautiful girls like you and Iana, yet I had no idea.”
“At the time, I thought maybe you and she weren’t even from our era.”
“Only now, after seeing you, am I certain of my suspicion.”
“What? Do you think I’m an antique from a thousand years ago, or even older—a fossil perhaps?” Silver-haired Lilian’s smile grew wider.
“If your eyesight’s bad, go to the hospital for treatment. I’m guessing as the esteemed Saintess, they wouldn’t charge you.”
“Oh, wait—I almost forgot, you’re the most skilled healer there. After all, your Healing Art can fix anyone in an instant.”
“I’m just wondering if you want to try using your Healing Art on your own eyes? It might be very good for your health.”
Silver-haired Lilian’s little mouth rattled like a machine gun, firing off words without pause, as if Elia was the only outlet for her frustration over not seeing Iana these past few days.
“Tired of talking?” Seeing Silver-haired Lilian finally pause, Elia spoke.
“Ah!”
“What’s wrong with you? I was insulting you, wasn’t I? How can you just accept it so calmly?”
“Could it be that your skin is this thick?”
Silver-haired Lilian sighed helplessly, complaining.
She had wanted to provoke Elia with her words, but instead, she ended up breaking down herself.
“Enough of the drama. Come back with me,” Elia said, as if she had already recognized Silver-haired Lilian’s true identity.
The moment Elia arrived on the scene, she immediately sensed that the power radiating from Silver-haired Lilian shared the same root as her own—as if they were two halves of the same existence.
Only, Silver-haired Lilian’s power had been infected by that strange creature, gaining a wild, violent edge, making her more irritable.
“What are you talking about? Come back with you? I warn you, this is kidnapping a minor. You’re going to jail.”
Elia raised an eyebrow, looking at the chaos Silver-haired Lilian had caused around them—the shattered ground and the knights she had nearly killed—and slowly said:
“How do you plan to pay for all this damage?”
“Planning to spend the rest of your life in prison? Although I suspect Blonde-haired Lilian might be very troubled by this.”
“I’m just defending myself. Don’t act like you have me all figured out.”
“Besides, I’m no weakling.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Silver-haired Lilian controlled the black chains and launched them at Elia.
The black chains writhed like giant serpents, moving with terrifying speed.
An ordinary person would have no chance against them—only able to pray for a painless death.
Unfortunately for Silver-haired Lilian, Elia was no ordinary opponent.
By now, Elia’s bloodline was fully developed, and she had already stepped into a new realm.
As the seventh Soulstone born after Elia’s death, Silver-haired Lilian was no match for Elia in her complete form.
Elia used the same skill—Lightbinding Art—but the golden chains she summoned were thicker and more imposing.
The moment the two chains clashed, the black chains seemed to meet their natural enemy.
They shattered instantly without resistance.
“No, how can this be? I can’t possibly lose like this.”
Seeing the situation, Silver-haired Lilian grabbed Iana and turned to flee.
But Elia wasn’t about to let that happen.
The golden chains instantly wrapped around her, pulling her back to Elia’s side.
“Let me go! Let me go!”
“Dare to let me go? Let’s fight again—I’ll make you beg for mercy this time.”
This was the first time Silver-haired Lilian had been beaten in battle, and naturally, she was very displeased.
But the gap between her and Elia was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
Even if she had ten more chances, she stood no chance of making waves against Elia.
If Elia really pushed it, her fate would be like Zhuge Liang’s “Seven Captures of Meng Huo”—she might earn the infamous title of ‘Tenfold Captured Lilian.’
“Saintess, let me handle this one,” a knight who had almost been killed by Silver-haired Lilian stepped forward, wanting to take some responsibility.
Of course, he had a personal grudge.
Silver-haired Lilian nearly killed him, and if he didn’t get revenge, he wouldn’t be able to swallow that.
“Oh? And if I hand her over to you, how do you plan to deal with her?” Elia narrowed her eyes, speaking softly.
The knight thought Elia was testing his ability, straightened his back, and replied righteously:
“Such a public menace should be locked up according to the law. As for the sentence, that’s for the Court to decide.”
“But,” he added, glancing at Silver-haired Lilian bound like a rice dumpling, “she’s not a normal person, so the usual laws don’t apply.”
“Following the protocol for Infected, she should be immediately cremated to minimize the risk of harm to others and prevent further infection.”
He said this proudly, awaiting Elia’s praise.
But Elia’s next words made him lose his color.
“Normally, you’d be right. But this person is special, so you don’t need to get involved.”
“This matter is fully under my jurisdiction. You have no objections, I assume.”
“Of course, how could I?” The knight broke out in a sweat, bowing respectfully.
“It’s an honor for the Saintess to take over.”
Before long, Elia was flying toward the Church, cradling Iana in one arm and holding Lilian’s hand with the other.
“Don’t carry Iana, put her down!” Silver-haired Lilian called anxiously from behind.
“Oh, quite protective, huh?”