Chapter 28: Sitting at Home, Mom Comes from the Heavens

Inside the church.

“When do you think she’ll wake up?”

Leon looked at his still unconscious sister with some worry.

“In a few hours, probably.”

Katherina found his nervous expression somewhat amusing.

It was hard to imagine that this boy before her had just endured pains beyond what ordinary people could bear.

She teased, “If little Sylph knew you were this worried about her, she’d be really happy.”

After all, that girl was a complete brother-complex—whenever Katherina talked to her and mentioned Leon, Sylph would go on and on.

Only at times like this, when she was tormented by illness, would that girl’s eyes light up with excitement.

“Because we’re family,” Leon said softly, looking at the girl’s gradually calming breaths with gentle eyes.

“The only family in this world, the only ones we can rely on. We have to stick together to survive.”

“Oh, right.”

He suddenly remembered something and looked at Katherina.

“Miss Priestess, please don’t tell her what happened today.”

Katherina rolled her eyes when she heard this.

“Do you think I’m that clueless? Don’t worry.”

Then she muttered quietly, “You two siblings really don’t know how to look out for each other. Always trying to hide things from one another like your lives don’t matter.”

Leon just smiled at her words and didn’t argue, instead thanking her, “Thank you so much this time, Miss Katherina.”

Because they had experienced hardships ordinary people never would, they cherished each other all the more.

Katherina waved him off and, clearly exhausted, pushed the door open to go rest—but then she suddenly froze in place.

Leon sensed something was off and looked up toward the doorway, only to see a long sword glinting coldly pressed against Katherina’s neck.

Katherina stepped aside, revealing the brown-haired man standing in the doorway.

The man’s sharply defined face showed visible traces of age, and his deep-set eyes carried a piercing, cold glare.

Leon’s gaze landed on the silver armor etched with magic runes that the man wore, a gold-embossed emblem hanging on it.

The emblem looked very familiar—Leon had seen a similar pattern in the simulations before.

“Judgement Knight Galahad? Why are you barging into the church?”

Katherina, sword pressed to her throat, had calmed down and glared angrily at Galahad as she retorted.

Galahad didn’t answer Katherina’s question but instead fixed his gaze on Leon.

“Was that evil god’s aura just now caused by you?”

There were only three people in the room: a girl in a coma, a church priestess, and the only possible suspect—the boy standing before them.

Hearing Galahad’s accusation, Katherina’s expression flickered.

She quickly glanced at Leon, signaling him not to admit anything.

Leon decisively shut his mouth and frantically searched his mind for a solution.

The man before them had subdued a sixth-rank priestess like Katherina in an instant—his strength was no joke.

The priestess had called him a Judgement Knight, which meant he was truly a seventh-rank knight!

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Galahad nodded slightly.

“You have the right to remain silent. But according to Imperial law, anything related to heresy can be dealt with summarily. Are you sure you want to say nothing?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive aura in the room surged sharply.

The intense killing intent radiated from Galahad.

Leon felt as if his heart were being squeezed out of thin air; his life and death depended on a single thought from the other man.

Just as he struggled to breathe, a soft breeze quietly wafted into the room, brushing Leon’s face.

Then, the overwhelming pressure on his body abruptly vanished.

Leon looked up in surprise and found an unfamiliar figure had silently appeared before him.

She wasn’t clad in heavy knight armor but wore her golden hair flowing down her waist, resting on a slightly worn sword at her side.

A woman’s voice, laced with mockery, echoed through the room: “Since when did the captain of the Royal Knights become someone who only bullies kids and women?”

Galahad’s gaze immediately darkened upon seeing her.

Even he hadn’t noticed how she entered the room earlier—but he recognized the woman before him.

He lowered his voice.

“Azure Knight… Elvie, just got back and already causing trouble for the knights?”

“Hmph. I was just here to find someone, but instead found some uncle bullying my son.”

Elvie’s tone was casual.

Son…?

Everyone present, including Leon, was stunned by her words.

When did he get a mom?

And she was… Elvie, the blonde girl who had constantly followed him around in the simulation, calling him “Master.”

“I remember you never had children.”

Galahad was the first to break the silence.

“Godson’s good enough. I know his mother well.”

Elvie turned back and reached out to ruffle Leon’s hair.

“Right, godson?”

Leon tugged at the corner of his mouth, unsure how to respond.

What really caught his attention was Elvie’s claim of knowing his mother.

Was it true?

Meanwhile, Galahad remained silent, then spoke softly, “No matter who he is to you, now that he’s involved with the evil god, I must take him back for investigation.”

Elvie narrowed her eyes, resting her hand on the sword hilt.

“And if I don’t agree?”

Galahad said nothing but tightened his grip on his sword, implying his intent clearly.

“Ahem, well…”

Leon signaled Elvie that he was fine, then stepped between them with raised hands and an innocent smile.

“I’m willing to cooperate with the investigation. I believe that the righteous Knight Captain wouldn’t want to harm an innocent civilian, right?”

Elvie stared blankly at Leon standing before her, as if seeing her younger master all over again.

After a brief silence, she loosened her grip on the sword and chose to trust Leon.

Even though he had lied to her before.

Galahad relaxed slightly as well—fighting here with Elvie, another seventh-rank knight, would only cause unnecessary trouble.

He looked at Leon with a softer gaze and nodded.

“Of course. We won’t wrong any innocent person.”

“Heh.”

Elvie scoffed, then looked at Galahad.

“I suggest you don’t bully my adorable godson, or I’ll get really angry.”

Galahad said nothing, only handed Leon a pair of handcuffs and gestured for him to put them on, preparing to take him away.

“Oh, by the way, is that old man Cassius dead yet?”

Elvie suddenly asked.

Galahad stopped in his tracks.

“The dean is fine. Thanks for your concern.”

“It’s nothing. He won’t be fine for long.”

Elvie’s hostility showed without disguise.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she walked up to Leon and said, “Today I saved you. You owe me a favor. If you ever have a choice in the future, you must choose me, no matter what. Got it?”

“Ah? Okay…”

Leon didn’t quite understand why she suddenly said that but agreed nonetheless.

“Good boy.”

Elvie looked at the younger version of her master in front of her, feeling a strange fondness.

She couldn’t help but pinch Leon’s cheek, then dispelled the silence magic she had cast earlier.

Galahad didn’t say anything about this and only left with Leon after Elvie finished speaking.

Elvie watched their departing backs, pouted, and lowered her gaze to the white dress she had carefully picked out.

She had wanted to leave a good impression on her younger master, after all.