Chapter 112: She Will Not Regret the White Snow Lotus

North stared at the robed people who hadn't said a word from beginning to end.

They are good people.

Not only did they save her, they were also willing to give her food. She hadn't been treated with such kindness for a long time. In the past, even when she begged, she would be touched.

In order to survive, she had to endure it.

She opened her mouth. They didn't look like people from Iskanas, and there were girls among them. She thought for a moment, then said, "I'm a wanderer. In Iskanas, especially in the capital, Hov Yalin, female wanderers and prostitutes are not allowed to stay or sleep on porches or in the streets at night."

"The reason I can't be caught is because if I were caught, I would be whipped 100 times, banned from entering the capital for eight years, and forced to shave my head and eyebrows."

It is a punishment, an insult, telling everyone that you are an object, an object that anyone can kick, an object that anyone can wipe, an object lower than other objects.

Even if she could survive a hundred lashes, she would only face worse fate outside the capital. This was the case in the capital, Hov Yalin, not to mention other places.

She looked at them, her face pale with indifference to reality: "Leave here, and never set foot in Iscana again."

"If you absolutely must stay here, and I don't know how many girls there are among you, please don't go out. If you do go out, don't go out alone. Bring self-defense. If you see a drunk, avoid them. If you see a group of male civilians approaching, find a place to hide. Don't wear brightly colored clothes... and remember not to bring protective gear..."

Can't what? North was speechless for a moment. Can't hurt those people, can't kill them, because they will be punished more severely, they will pay a heavier price than them...

Didn't she want to take revenge on them? She had finally found a job as a maid, in the house of Minister Moyo, who was relatively tolerant towards civilians. Although the salary was only one-third of that of a male servant of the same level, compared to other jobs, this job was already very good.

She thought that as long as she worked hard, there would still be hope for her future, and as long as she was careful enough, she could still survive here.

The robed people in front still didn't speak. She understood their concerns. She took the initiative to remind them only because they were good people. She had nothing to repay them with.

"I will leave early tomorrow morning. Thank you for saving me." After saying that, she shrank back into the corner and stopped talking.

Silence hung between Vifiya and the others.

Osa's frown deepened beneath her hood. Everything she encountered and learned tonight seemed as absurd and unreal as a dream.

Is the King of Iskandar mad? He is being punished so harshly for staying out at night.

Although she was not a direct descendant of the royal family, thanks to her mother's elven bloodline and at her mother's strong request, she was allowed to study heir education.

She knew very well that no matter why King Iskanar issued such an order, it was either to cover up something or because he was afraid of something.

Vifia shifted her gaze away from North and found a place to sit down. Seeing this, Osa and the others also sat down beside her. They also needed to rest.

She stayed quietly in the dark night until the sun peeked out. North woke up suddenly, her heart beating violently in her chest. In her peripheral vision, she saw something on the ground. Her pupils focused on it. It was potion, a warm piece of clothing, and shoes. The bottle was cold, and the clothes were also cool. She felt her eyes getting hot. She raised her head, and there was nothing in front of her. They had already left.

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The sun and the moon alternate, and day and night blend together.

Vifiya and the others once again stood in front of the city wall of Hovyalin. Since leaving the stone house in the capital that day, they spent another three days inquiring about and sorting out the current situation in Iskanar.

They didn't know how to evaluate the current Iskanya, as the king of Iskanya was violently provoking confrontation between men and women.

The breathing space for women has been squeezed almost to the limit, and the whole country is excluding women.

There are countless prostitutes here. The royal family allows their existence. There are at least twenty public brothels in the capital. Some people even require their wives to go out and solicit customers to supplement the family income.

Women who have the courage to leave their homes and go to work are also being abused.

Once they have a child but do not want to give birth to it, they will have an abortion and will be considered as supporters of heresy and making a deal with heretics, and they will be sentenced to death.

Vifiya lowered her eyes. The heresy they had learned about in these three days was more like paganism, another belief that grew under the faith in the goddess Lehomi.

But no one has ever seen a propagator of this belief.

Whether heresy really existed was doubtful. After all, she had never heard of another belief under the control of the Holy See and the royal families of various countries.

There are also many strange regulations targeting women.

They were innocent of committing violence against women, the royal family did not allow women to leave Iskandar, and they were innocent yet received harsher punishments...

It is such an insult to a person's personality, such a trampling on a person's dignity, so shocking and devastating.

It's really absurd.

Is this really the same world?

With the comparison of Iskana, they actually felt that the Segarot Empire was not bad. Whether it was true or not, at least the emperor was changing, and at least the conditions of both civilians and women were slowly improving.

Vifiya raised her eyes, and in her red pupils, she saw the towering walls of Hovyalin, shrouding people in shadows, circle after circle.

They were deprived of many things, including the right to escape.

"Let's go." They walked towards the city gate.

Osha and her robes fluttered as they walked. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they chose to follow North's advice and keep a low profile. It was not that they were adapting to the local customs, but that the balance of power in this place was too tilted.

The journey was smooth. There were many merchants coming to the capital, and they were not very eye-catching, except for the looks of some men on the roadside, which were really uncomfortable.

They were observing, not looking at a person, but more like looking at an object, an object that could be thrown away at any time.

If Isidore and the other three hadn't been there, Vifiya could have seen that the idle people on the side of the road were about to rush over and lift her and Osa's hoods, no matter how much they covered themselves.

Anyway, the punishment they received was just a few slaps on the wrist.

For some reason, the snowy day was gray and prostitutes could be seen everywhere on the streets. They were wearing different clothes and had smiles on their faces. They were at the edge of the market, at the door of the tavern, on the corridor under the eaves, and next to the church. They were "smiling".

Vifiya's eyes hidden in the hood did not avoid the target. She scanned every "smiling" face bit by bit, leaving only silence that was swallowed into the stomach.

She was not from Iskanar, nor was she a commoner. She had not personally experienced their pain and was not qualified to comment on it.

Should she change? No, Vifiya knew better than anyone that she would not change her mind. One person could not shake an era. She would not do anything that was not conducive to the status quo. Everything she did was to make her future path better.

In the beginning, [Vifiya] also taught her this way, teaching her to be selfish and indifferent.

Besides, this is Iscana, there is more to consider.

In her mind, a wisp of Qingzhu's consciousness resided in the inconspicuous depths. Vifiya's emotions were pulling at him. He opened his eyes and sensed the mood she conveyed.

He had no intention of prying into her emotions, but ever since he had officially come into contact with her in Yoko Village, the sorrow she had been hiding would always flicker out, only to be quickly suppressed.

Her spiritual world was in a terrible state, and what was more, that person had been nagging her all the time. Ever since he realized that her situation was worse than they had imagined, he had been extremely anxious. Currently, he was the only one who could come here, and his original body in another world was also being nagged by that person a lot.

The one, He had been waiting for her to use the bracelet again, His child, His lost child.

If she hadn't been restricted by the rules of this world, she wouldn't have struggled here for so long.

Including now, she was struggling, struggling whether to do something for the women of Iskanar, but was struggling because of the incompatibility of the status quo and the reason that prevented her from doing so.

He slowly closed his eyes and said, "It's okay, child. Just do whatever you want. If things really reach a point of no return, I will take action, even if it goes against the rules of the world."

They have not yet asked the world to pay for everything it has inflicted on her.

They have never been in a good mood, they are just worried that it will affect her.

Vifiya didn't know what the god from her hometown was thinking in her mind in that short period of time. They walked towards Sally's house in the capital according to the original plan.

Everything would be fine if trouble didn't come their way.

"David! Give me back my clothes!" North clenched her hands, trying her best to hide the timidity in her eyes, but her body was shaking. She stared at the clothes in the man's hand that the kind people had given her a few days ago.

She had just been feeling uneasy these past few days, and finally wanted to return the clothes to those robed men, so she came back here.

The man she called David was wearing the uniform of a soldier from the capital. He shook his clothes gently with his hand and looked at her with a gloating look.

She looked much better than the last time he saw her. How could that be? He had clearly asked the other brothers who had guarded the city gate with him and were later transferred to patrol the city not to sleep with her when they saw her, but to beat her up, preferably in a way that would keep her from getting up, as long as she didn't die.

He looked at the soldier beside him, and the soldier shrugged, indicating that he didn't know about it.

He imitated some of the nobles' squinting movements, trying to make himself look a little more aristocratic. However, the scar on his face became distorted and even ridiculous because of his crooked movements.

"North, you were once a nobleman's mistress. Do you know what the punishment for theft is? I don't know. Can you tell me?"

North's eyes were dull, the man in front of her was full of provocation, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Mistress...Mistress, mistress? Mistress!

He spread rumors about her being his mistress and having sex with other male servants in Minister Moyo's house, and she was forced to lose her job.

Not only that, he also occupied her house and evicted her.

She took a deep breath and swallowed her tears. She absolutely could not shed tears in front of this despicable man, absolutely not!

He dared to mention it? He actually dared to mention it!

…

There is nothing he dares not to do.

David enjoyed watching her trembling with anger, and couldn't help wondering what was going on. He was obviously about to destroy her. He left her with nothing and made her live like a maggot.

He knew from the past that this female neighbor was different from the others. Although they were all commoners, she was extremely decent. She was the most aristocratic commoner he had ever seen.

There was a special aura about her, and he could never put his finger on what it was until he saw a real aristocrat from afar. Then he finally understood that it was pride, a kind of pride.

He hated the pride that she had.

He wanted to wipe away her pride, he wanted her to kneel down and please him.

But now, why, when she clearly has nothing, does this pride still exist?

He looked into her eyes, the most common brown pupils, and there seemed to be something burning in them, trying to break through the sky.

He was a little panicked, but he looked unconcerned.

Or, it has to be done that way.

Anyway, as long as it is proven that she is a prostitute, he will be innocent.

David rubbed the fabric with his hands holding the clothes. The style of the clothes looked like the clothes worn by ordinary civilians, but the fabric was even better than that of ordinary civilians.

Noth calmed down, her eyes surprisingly calm: "Give it back to me."

Ah, there was an unstoppable disgust on David's face. It was this feeling again, this arrogance.

"David," the soldier beside him put his arm around his shoulders. "Don't try again. You're not a scholar." To get a woman, all you have to do is destroy her reputation, and she will naturally be so scared that she kneels down and begs.

His cloudy and sticky gaze seemed to penetrate her clothes and scan her body. "I won't be with you."

Thinking of the wailing he would hear next, he couldn't help but recall the feeling of being in the wave of flesh last night.

He passed by two men in robes approaching from afar, not knowing what their faces looked like. He then saw three men next to the robes, all carrying long swords. He curled his lips in boredom.

He walked towards the woman on the porch not far away.

North's face changed. How could she not understand what the soldier was saying? Reputation was her last thing, her last property, her only property, although there was not much left.

She pretended to be calm but couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear. No matter how she escaped, she couldn't outrun him and would be caught. The clothes given by the kind-hearted person were still in his hands. If she ran now, she would definitely not be able to get them back later. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.

She looked around hurriedly. The women around her were either surrounded by men's dirty words, or ran away hurriedly, trying to reduce their presence and not be noticed by the men, or looked away as if escaping after meeting her gaze.

And those who have lost their reputation and have been forced to become prostitutes...

Noth was stunned. Yes, what was she praying for? They couldn't save themselves, and neither could she, nor could she reach out to them.

She felt suffocated, and the air in her chest was gradually squeezed out.

If she loses even this...

So what else does she have?

She has nothing.

The terrifying beast lurking in the darkness finally bared its fangs, and the perceptible land and light were swallowed and torn apart bit by bit by the sticky black liquid.

What did they do wrong?

Oh, goddess, why don't you open your eyes? Why don't you look at the world now?

Is this the world you expected?

Open your eyes, open your eyes!

If we are wrong, please tell us where we are wrong.

In the darkness where nothing could be seen, eyes finally opened. Countless eyes, countless pupils, they squeezed each other, greedy, indifferent, gloomy, resentful, contemptuous... Countless gazes passed through the body, intertwined, entangled, and lifted it up high.

What else is in sight?

And... and... what...

What……

Why did it turn out like this?

Why?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why! Why! Why! Why!

"You must live with pride."

"But mother, they say it's a sin."

No eyes are closed, no eyes are opened.

"Mom, thank you for teaching me pride. Mom, don't you remember that you also died of pride?"

"Now, it seems like it's my turn."

"It's a good thing you're dead."

Hanging high, shaking violently...

In the most inconspicuous corner, a tiny eye opened timidly, its line of sight was tiny, and it gently poked its head out.

Gentle, angry, ignorant...

A thread thinner than any sight quickly passed through all the coldness, cutting through everything.

The falling starlight draws a blazing mirror.

A little bit of mottled, red mole spreads little by little, breaking through the darkness and blooming white snow lotus.

Quiet.

Lost all the quietness of life.

North didn't move, her eyes moved slowly like a puppet, and on the ground was David's head.

Blood dripped from the nose, and the sticky red color of the sword slid down the tip of the sword.

Her chest rose and fell, and she felt her own breathing and the beating of her heart.

It seems so empty.

The throat is dry and the lips are cracked and bleeding.

I really want to eat an apple.

She lowered her head and stared at the trembling sword in her hand.

The feeling of the long sword cutting through flesh still lingered in my hand, but my brain was a step too slow to react, and I barely realized what my body had just done.

Before she instinctively let go of the sword, she gripped it again, even harder than before.

She straightened herself up.

What kind of eyes were there around? The women were stunned and numb, no one screamed, the men were dull, no one spoke.

Next, they would be furious, wouldn't they? Would they denounce her? Would they want to torture her to death, pinning her down as a heretic.

It doesn't matter.

She has no regrets.

The men rushed towards her, including their anger, and began to mix.

The coolness that rushed into her nostrils, from top to bottom, covered up the bloody smell that permeated her body.

A flash of silver light arrived faster than their anger, and she raised her sword with the fastest reflexes she could muster.

"Zheng!" The sound of the sword made her hand hurt, and she staggered back.

"Zheng!"

There was another clash of swords.

"Bang!"

The silver light and the person pressing in front of her flew away, sweeping away a group of people attacking her and clearing a path.

A robed man stood in front of her, holding a sword.

It was the most ordinary robe, but it made North's hands tremble. All the people who rushed over did not dare to step forward for a moment, and stared at them with vigilance.

Four people walked through the crowd and approached the person in the robe step by step, but strangely took her into a place where they could protect her.

North's eyes were hot. How could she not guess who they were now?

The sound of armor clashing came, pushing aside the crowd.

"What's going on!"

The soldiers who rushed over saw the blood on the ground and on North's sword, and drew their swords without saying a word. However, they were afraid of the people next to her. They all saw the power of the robed man's two short movements.

Several people ran to David's body to check it out.

The man standing in front of the soldiers took a few steps forward and shouted at them, "I am Billy King, the captain of the patrol officers in charge of this area. Everyone, please come with us. If you are determined to resist, we will not be polite."

North's heart suddenly rose. When she killed David, she had already foreseen her future, but she could not implicate them. For a stranger like her, they had done enough.

They cannot be allowed to go with them. They will try every possible way to torture them and make them confess. This is their usual method.

The man who was kicked away by the robed man ran over, holding his stomach: "Captain, I'm Barry, they! They deliberately murdered David!"

North suddenly became angry. They were still the same as before. She just felt that she should stand up, at least not let good people be slandered, even if her voice was small.

A hand grabbed her, and when she looked over, she saw another person in a robe.

The robed man holding the sword calmly put the sword back to his waist.

Everyone stared intently at the robed man's movements, their faces becoming more alert.

The man took a few steps forward and took off his hood.

Billy was stunned and didn't move. There was disbelief in his eyes as he struggled to regain his thoughts.

He was not a commoner and had received corresponding education since childhood. He had some understanding that blue hair was a characteristic of the royal family of the Segarot Empire, and blue eyes were a characteristic of women. Only one person had both, so the identity of the person in front of him was obvious.

Why would such a person suddenly appear in the capital? Even if he was a nobleman from another country, no matter what the reason, he could not afford to offend him.

"Put down your swords!" he shouted. "Scatter everyone around!"

Barry and most of the soldiers were confused, but the soldiers who had heard about it reacted quickly and rushed to carry out Billy's orders.

Barry's face became increasingly ugly. David was killed, and he was beaten miserably. He had no place to vent his anger. He had never suffered at the hands of a woman before. He was so angry that he walked over to Billy and said, "Captain! What are you doing? They..."

Before he could finish his words, Billy's cold gaze made him stop completely.

Billy rubbed his fingers secretly, resisting the urge to punch him. If Barry hadn't given him a lot of good things in the past, he really wanted to kick him out of the city patrol team.

And that guy named David can't even handle a woman.

Seeing the attitude of the patrol captain, Kaharun and his companions did not let down their guard.

Billy stopped a few meters away from them and saluted: "Good morning, Miss Duodu. What brings you to Hov Yalin?"

He raised his eyes and looked directly at the distinguished member of the royal family in front of him. He had a hunch that as long as he could seize this opportunity, he would have the chance to get more.

After hearing Billy's voice, the soldiers and the people who had not left yet were confused.

Duodu is the surname of the royal family of the Segarot Empire.

The civilians around, especially the men, pushed and jostle with the soldiers, obviously not wanting to leave immediately. It was the first time for most of them to see members of the royal family, and some even whistled.

Kaharun looked towards the source of the sound and drew his sword. Before they could move, the man was dragged away at Billy's signal.

North stared blankly at the blue-haired girl in front of her. No, it was Miss Duodu, a member of the royal family of the Segarot Empire.

She missed their figures and looked at the city patrol officer with an attitude she had never had before.

Osa's eyes were indifferent. Fortunately, she had made preparations before coming to Iscana and found the most reasonable reason for them to come here.

"I have come to your country on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor to discuss relevant cooperation." She spoke vaguely.

Billy's eyes flickered, and just as he was about to ask tentatively, his gaze shifted to another man in a robe: "This one?"

His intuition has always been accurate, which is why he can now be the captain of the city patrol. As for the other robed man who has not yet revealed his identity, they all have a vague attitude of protecting this person.

North looked at the robed figure beside her. This person should be the one who brought her food that day. She...

Is she also a noble?

North's heart was racing, and she couldn't tell why.

The hood was taken off, but Vifia did not leave North's side. Her red eyes gently swept over Billy. She knew what attitude was best to treat such a person.

Here, their identities are a double-edged sword, but if used well, they will be enough for their time in Iskanar.

No wonder Leticia had advised them not to keep their aristocratic status too secret.

If they were civilians, they wouldn't necessarily do better than North.

The only thing the former Marquis of Caseley did was to give her the title. Even without him, she would still be able to get everything in the Marquisate. That was what she had originally planned.

"I am Vifia Kesley from Seronil." Her eyes fell on Billy with a cold look, which reminded Billy of the only time he had ever met a member of the royal family. When he had seen Princess Avril from a distance once, she had the same look in her eyes.

The look in their eyes made him feel like he was nothing, and he felt looked down upon. While he was angry, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, because Princess Avrilite would really kill them, and the king would not punish them.

But what about her? What about the person in front?

Even if she is a noble, she cannot kill people in other countries at will.

Yes, a noble, he is also a noble, she...

What was her last name? Vifia Kesley.

He was actually frightened by such a look for a moment. Vifia from Seronil... Kesley...

Kesley? He had heard of this surname. One of the three founding families of the Segarot Empire, the daughter of a marquis?

No, Billy felt cold sweat on his body for some reason. He had secretly heard about the recent events of the Caseley family in the office of the chief patrol officer. It was a piece of news that was suppressed by the Iskanar royal family.

In a short period of time, almost all the main members of the Caseley family met with accidents, leaving only the only daughter. She was the new Marquis of Caseley. At the investiture ceremony, she did a shocking thing and awarded a medal to a commoner.

How could a woman inherit a title? How could a commoner become a personal knight of a noble?

She was different from the duke's daughter. She inherited the title and became a true noble. She...

No, what’s more important now is whether he should salute her in public?

The news was concealed by the royal family. No matter what the royal family's intentions were, the female marquis of another country should not know this news with his current status.

He quietly raised his eyes. Her gaze did not change, but it seemed as if she saw through him and knew what he was thinking. He had nowhere to hide, and he trembled.

For the first time, Billy regretted his intuition and got himself into such a big trouble!

Should I pretend to be ignorant? However, with the education of the nobility, I would not be unaware of the important surnames of other countries.

He could only bite the bullet and say, "Good day, Miss Kesley."

Hearing this, Osa looked at him deeply. It seemed that the information Felix had given her before was quite accurate. Iskana was hiding the fact that Vifiya had become a marquis.

Billy's greetings and words were not what he should say to a noble who had already inherited the title. As a noble himself, the fact that he could greet her in this way showed that he knew the difference between him and her, so...

Before Arnold became Vifia's knight, she had hired a teacher to teach him the appropriate etiquette. But now...

Arnold stepped forward and said, "Lady Vifiya has inherited the title of Marquis."

This was also one of the honors of a noble, and as her knight, he had the responsibility to correct others' mistakes about her identity, especially in the current situation.

The civilians around had not completely left yet, and one sentence made them, including the soldiers, stop what they were doing. But how was it possible?

Billy's heart sank completely. He now regretted so much why he asked that question!

His heart was beating like crazy, and he swore he had never hated his mind so much for not thinking fast enough.

Seeing that Arnold's eyes were getting colder and colder, including the Duke's daughter and the other two men.

No, there must be a way, there must be...

Oh, that idiot, the idiot who’s obviously still angry.

He looked at Barry calmly, cold sweat running down his neck.

"How can a woman become a marquis!" Barry shouted loudly, his eyes sticky, sweeping over Vifiya's body with contempt. The body of a noble lady might have a different taste.

Billy breathed a sigh of relief. That's right, that's it. This idiot, whenever he gets angry, doesn't think and says things without thinking.

"It's no easier to just lie down and let this piece of meat rot."

Billy observed the increasingly low air pressure ahead, and although he was frightened, he did not move.

That's right, keep going, idiot.

"Who knows if she's some noble's mistress!" Barry snorted, his face full of understanding. "Trading her body...ah!"

There was an unprecedented coldness in Isidore's silver pupils. He had not yet retracted his outstretched hand. Although he wanted to kill him with his own hands, he thought that Vifiya should handle it herself, which would make her feel more relieved, so he changed the direction of his sword.

Barry collapsed on the ground in pain, but he didn't dare move. Blood flowed down and mixed with David's blood. The cold wind blew and filled everyone's nose.

Isidore slowly withdrew his hand. Of course, an ordinary sword would not have such power. He just added some magic that doubled the pain.

Arnold took a few steps forward, slowly placed his palm on the hilt of the sword, and the long sword was unsheathed, shining with a cold light.

Barry raised his head out of the corner of his eye. The pain completely extinguished his anger, leaving only fear. He didn't know if it was because of the sword or the gazes of the people in front of him, but a dense gnawing sensation crept up his spine.

He had to do something. His chest was beating violently. He suddenly looked at Billy beside him, only to see him with his head slightly lowered, motionless. He had calmed down and was vaguely aware of something.

"Arnold." A calm voice came, stopping Arnold from raising his sword, and he turned around.

Following his gaze, Barry also looked at him.

For a moment, Barry felt secretly delighted, suppressing his pounding heart. As expected, noble ladies couldn't stand the sight of blood. He still had a chance, still...

But when he met her eyes, his expression changed, the blood in his body froze, and he could not move.

Vifiya raised her eyes slightly, a surge of violence surging in her body, but her face was extremely calm.

It had been a long time since anyone had said such things to her.

[Vefiya], that's what she hates the most.

Although her expression did not change, North beside her was keenly aware of her change. It was just like the calm surface of the sea, but underneath there were turbulent waves that could swallow people up at any time.

Her companions, who also noticed her change, understood and stopped taking any action.

Arnold retracted his sword and walked up to Barry again. No one stopped him.

Barry came back to his senses, and the fear in his heart finally solidified into reality and appeared on his face.

He endured the severe pain in his thigh, supported himself with his hands to gain leverage, and backed away with all his strength, the pain spreading all over him.

Arnold paid no attention to his actions, walked straight to him and grabbed his hand.

“Crack.”

It was the sound of bones breaking.

"Ah--" The doubled pain spread throughout Barry's body, cutting his nerves and almost making him faint.

Arnold found a piece of cloth from somewhere and stuffed it directly into his mouth. There were a few more "clicks", and only his whimpering and almost dilated pupils were left, with tears streaming down his face due to the pain.

After making sure that he wouldn't resist and there was no possibility of hurting Vifia, he took a step back.

No one spoke. Even the soldiers who were driving away the civilians were shocked by the scene and did not move.

Billy shuddered, realizing something, and looked at Vifiya who was moving forward step by step.

The redness of the pupils spread before his eyes, and it was icy cold to the bone.

"You don't want the eyes, you can dig them out."

She stood in front of Barry, glancing at Billy, as if asking her boss whether she could attack his men, but her hand directly pulled out the sword from Barry's leg.

"No……"

"Puchi." The long sword entered the eye socket, bringing out a pool of blood.

Vifiya's eyes were calm as she looked at Billy again: "What did you say?"

Barry's desperate sobs hit Billy's brain and shocked everyone present.

He looked truly miserable.

Kaharun blinked. Although it was not the first time he had seen her thunderous methods, this time he actually saw her take action. Why did he have the illusion that she was a weak noble lady before?

He glanced at Isidore; it must be his fault.

Osha and Isidore watched quietly as Vifiya handled everything on her own.

Behind them, North's eyelashes trembled. She stared at Vifiya's every move, and only she knew how wildly her heart was beating.

Billy's lips trembled, and the sound of armor colliding came from a distance.

The well-trained knights quickly surrounded the place. They were stunned when they saw Barry's miserable condition, but they quickly reacted.

Billy saw their attire and realized they were the Royal Knights. He felt relieved. He tried to find his voice and looked at the young knight in the lead, Don Moore, the leader of the Knights.

Tang ignored Billy's eager gaze. He strode forward and said to Vifiya, "Please..."

“Puff.”

In front of him, there was another sword.