Sweet words and empty promises cannot wash away the countless lives they have taken.
"ha……"
Jia Xiu squinted and lay sprawled on the bed.
"Then, let's get started."
He seemed completely unsurprised that Gwen would kill him.
It was as if they had already prepared themselves to be slaughtered.
But after a long time, Gwen's sword still did not fall.
That wasn't because of family ties.
It wasn't because Gwen wanted to trust Jash again.
She merely flicked her sword indifferently before sheathing it again.
The cold words rang out, chilling like ice.
“You will receive the punishment you deserve, Jassiu.”
"But it is not my place to judge you."
Gwen's words stunned Jasmine.
"……Why?"
Jasmine stared blankly at Gwen, her eyes, the only part of her visible, gleaming with confusion.
Justice cannot tolerate any imperfection, and he did the same thing before his father became what he is today.
Once evil takes root, justice will destroy it without mercy.
If justice existed in Gwen's heart, she would surely have brought down her sword.
Therefore, Jia Xiu had already prepared himself for death.
But the Gwen before him was completely different from what he and his father had envisioned.
She shouldn't have these emotions or thoughts.
Gwen seems to have changed.
However, this change was not what he had hoped for.
At that moment, Gwen gave him a feeling,
Now, she's more like... a person?
Gwen's eyes were icy cold as she glanced indifferently at Jasmine before walking out of the room.
Completely ignoring his brother's dazed appearance behind him.
She walked out the door and stood in the doorway.
The warm sunlight shone on her cold iron armor, reflecting a gleam.
Gwen took a deep breath, as if relieved.
Feeling the intense, icy cold, she simply waited quietly.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, a voice rang out loudly from outside the castle.
"Victor is right outside the city gate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless knights gathered together, fully armed and lined up.
The clanging of armor and the noise from metal rubbing together echoed outside.
Gwen also made a move.
She gripped the sword tightly and strolled leisurely towards the city gate.
...
at this time,
Viktor rode on a giant white bird, hovering in the sky.
The surrounding strong storm continued to blow, whipping up waves of snow several meters high.
The knights lined up before the castle, like a solid silver wall.
Victor looked down at them, his face cold.
Countless knights looked up at Victor with extremely solemn expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy.
They were armed, and shock spread through the crowd.
"What's going on? Why is Viktor in the sky?"
"What is that giant bird?"
On the silver walls, a knight, pointing at Victor, shouted tremblingly:
"Victor, how dare you come back!"
Viktor's terrifying strength had already spread throughout the entire northern frontier.
But among this group of stubborn Northern knights, there are always some who are fearless and undaunted.
They always believed that Viktor was extremely wicked.
In the northern frontier, everyone knows what the Delin family's existence means.
They are the rulers of this desolate land.
They attacked the Delin family?
Wouldn't that be tantamount to slapping the entire Northern Knights in the face?
But now that Victor is in the sky, the knights are basically powerless to catch him.
But soon, a silver figure emerged slowly from the castle gates, surrounded by knights.
Viktor squinted and recognized the person who had come in.
It's Gwen.
She raised her head, her expression icy, and looked at Victor with a cold gaze.
The knights felt a sense of security and reassurance upon seeing Gwen's arrival.
A slight smile immediately appeared on his face, as if he had seen hope, and he even straightened his back a lot.
"It's Miss Gwen!"
"With Miss Gwen around, we'll definitely be able to take down Viktor!"
The knights became excited, their eyes even gleaming.
Finally, Gwen slowly drew her silver sword.
The knights then drew their swords from their waists.
Just when everyone thought Gwen was about to take down Victor.
Gwen turned around.
He faced a group of Northern Knights.
In the wind and snow, her silver hair spread out in the air, blocking Viktor's view.
Holding the sword in one hand, Gwen remained expressionless, her face even bearing a hint of icy indifference.
“In the name of Gwen Delin, I hereby rescind the arrest warrant for Victor Clavner.”
“Opponents, step forward.”
Amidst the bewildered gazes of countless knights, Gwen held her silver sword before her and plunged it fiercely into the snow-covered earth.
She remained unmoved in the face of thousands of knights.
Like a holy and resolute goddess in the cold wind.
A fierce wind swept through, carrying snow and ice, obscuring everything from view.
The fleeting glimpse of silvery white light left them feeling utterly disoriented.
Standing before them at this moment was the female knight who truly represented justice.
I am willing to speak out for the weak and against injustice.
Injustices in the world should be quelled with a sword.
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