Mark remained silent, but a pretense is a pretense.

Even if he disguises the seven-colored black light with holy light on ordinary days, he cannot help but expose the seven-colored black light when facing a powerful enemy and going all out.

If Alfonso hadn't foreseen Raymond's plot beforehand, and if Monica and M hadn't been so skilled at disguise, it would have been a disaster.

Now, held in the center of the banquet hall and exposed to the cold gaze of the courtroom, are their real flesh and blood.

Faced with accusations of "seven-colored holy light" and "devouring power," they were speechless and their fate was predictable.

Just when the atmosphere in the camp was extremely tense, in the scene of the banquet hall, Alfonso finally took action in response to the requests of the two special envoys.

Alfonso's icy gaze swept over the grey-eyed envoy, Eker, his eyes sharp as tangible ice spikes, making Eker feel a chill beneath his hood, and his heart skipped a beat.

This is not fear, but a stress response to being angered by the other party's condescending indifference.

The anger within Eker, which belonged to the authority of the court, was instantly intensified by the slight.

Well, Alfonso Lin, the calmer you are, the more it proves you have something to hide!

He was determined that as long as this "Mark" showed the slightest weakness, he would relentlessly pursue him, and even if he couldn't shake the person behind him, he would still take a piece of his flesh.

Make him pay the price. At the very least, he won't be able to sit comfortably in his position as Grand Master of the Knights!

In the suffocating silence and amidst the surging malice in Eker's heart, Alfonso spoke calmly, his voice perfectly steady: "Elliott."

He didn't even offer any further explanation or urging, as if he were simply instructing someone on a trivial matter.

"Then let's demonstrate it to them."

Then, Mark, who was restrained and had his head hanging down, trembled almost imperceptibly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly raised his hands, which were bound by shackles.

A faint ray of light, with ever-changing seven colors, naturally seeped from his fingertips.

The moment the light appeared, Raymond's eyes flashed with wild joy, and he almost cried out.

Look! That's it! How could such an eerie, seven-colored light possibly be holy light!

Alfonso! You're finished!

The gray-eyed envoy, Eker, also curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth beneath his hood.

Count Ferdinand frowned, his heart pounding in his chest. Although he felt that Mark was a bit different from ordinary clergy when he first met the Grey Falcon Squad, he didn't think Mark had any connection with heretics.

Because the aura he carried, aura that had been graced by holy light, was undeniable!

The envoy with the ebony staff stared intently at the faint ray of light.

The faint, seven-colored light seemed to possess a life of its own, flowing and coalescing between "Mark's" hands. The seven colors intertwined and changed, forming a black halo that was both eerie and possessed a peculiar rhythm.

He made no unnecessary words or movements, but simply pressed his palm, which was condensed with seven-colored black light, gently against his chest.

There were several shallow cuts and bruises left from when he was brutally captured by the Iron Guards of the Tenth Regiment.

A warm and vibrant glow flowed from the seven-colored halo, covering the wound.

And there it was, those few bleeding abrasions and bruises, under the soothing touch of this unique magic, rapidly healed, scabbed over, and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In just a few breaths, the skin was restored to its original state, smooth and new, without leaving a single trace!

Although it was just a simple treatment for a small wound.

But the process was smooth and natural, full of the gentleness and vitality unique to Holy Light Healing, without the slightest sluggishness or distortion.

That kind of guidance and restoration of life force is a pure clergy technique that no simulation or disguise can perfectly replicate!

However, the outward manifestation of this power was a flowing, ever-changing, seven-colored black light that most people present had never seen before!

This is exactly what Little M has up her sleeve!

Its magical origin is the same as Mark's, and it possesses the characteristic of seven-colored black light.

However, ever since it devoured the Seraph's clone in the Lor Swamp and transformed into the "Extreme Angel," it has completely broken free from the constraints of its slime form.

They possess the potential to understand and wield higher levels of power, including pure holy light!

Having long fought alongside Kyle, it had meticulously observed, understood, and ultimately mastered the essence of his Holy Light Healing spell.

At this moment, with its extraordinary control brought by its Seraph status and its understanding of the essence of Holy Light, it perfectly enveloped the pure Holy Light energy under its own seven-colored black light magic.

It's like wearing a rainbow-colored gauze dress with a lining woven from holy light!

This exquisite disguise and inner purity were something even the members of Mark's team, who had been with him day and night, had never imagined, let alone these outsiders who knew nothing about the true nature of the Archangel's power!

Of course, Mark and his companions couldn't imagine it because they had no access to the knowledge and secrets of the legendary or even higher mythical kingdoms.

When Alfonso confirmed that M had evolved into an "Angel of the High," he already knew that it possessed this ability, so he never had the slightest worry about Raymond's attack.

"This...how is this possible?!" Raymond's ecstatic expression froze completely.

He felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by an invisible hammer, staring intently at the skin that had recovered completely, but he could no longer utter any words of accusation.

The powerful healing effect before his eyes shattered all his previous accusations!

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