The massive city gates were wide open, and two rows of imposing knights stood on either side, solemnly checking the documents of passersby.
"Please come in."
After carefully examining a merchant's documents, a knight respectfully returned them and waved for the next carriage to enter the city.
Caravans bearing the Clevina family crest, pulling long lines of goods, kicked up dust as they made their way through sparse paths into the capital.
The riders' hearts tightened instantly when they saw the Clevner family crest on the convoy's cargo box.
They were very familiar with this family crest.
The knights encouraged each other, their steel armor clanging slightly with a low thud.
Finally, a knight was pushed forward by his companions. He looked back at his teammates with some difficulty, but he had already gone to the front and could only bite the bullet and carry out the routine inspection of the Clavner family's caravan.
The caravan produced all the necessary documents.
After confirming that all the documents are complete, the goods will be inspected.
One by one, the riders lifted the curtains covering the trucks, and gradually felt relieved upon seeing that the goods were in perfect condition.
He skillfully and nimbly inspected each carriage, gradually relaxing.
The carriage stopped in front of the last carriage, and before the rider could even inspect it, the curtain was automatically opened.
The knight paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head.
Inside, a man wearing a black trench coat was sitting.
His gaze moved upwards and met Viktor's eyes.
In that instant, the knight felt as if his heart had stopped beating.
Blood rushed to the brain, and the limbs trembled uncontrollably.
Faced with Viktor's cold gaze, he felt like a lamb being slaughtered.
The knight trembled and hurriedly bowed to Victor in respect:
“Count Viktor…”
"Welcome back."
In the entire capital, who doesn't know Victor?
A member of the Mage Council, the chief professor of the Royal Magic Academy, the private tutor of the Imperial Princess, and the head of the Clavenna family.
He was even the fiancé of Gwendolyn, the former Grand Master of the Knights.
Victor nodded slightly, and the carriage curtain closed automatically again.
Seeing no unusual signals, the knights in front removed the roadblocks and allowed the carriage to pass.
The knight conducting the inspection stood frozen in place, his eyes glazed over.
The one who was just lying in Count Victor's arms...
It seems to be... Commander Gwen?
...
A carriage slowly made its way toward Delin's manor, the soft sound of its wheels echoing through the quiet street.
The servant noticed the carriage bearing the Clevina family crest approaching and hurriedly returned to the mansion to report.
A moment later, Kevlar gracefully walked out of the mansion, pushed open the door, and came out to greet her.
However, she was surprised to see Victor standing next to the carriage.
Before she could say anything more, Victor tapped his finger lightly.
Then, green light surged from his fingertips, flowing down his fingers and merging into the ground beneath the carriage.
Several tendrils of vines gradually grew from the ground, rose up, and gently lifted Gwen, who was lying unconscious in the carriage, out of the ground.
Kefla was startled to see Gwen lying motionless on the vines. She quickly ran over and pulled her into her arms.
Just then, Viktor's voice came from behind:
"She's been unconscious since yesterday, so please take good care of her."
After Viktor finished speaking briefly, he got into the carriage and slowly drove away from the Delin residence.
Kefla carefully examined the unconscious Gwen.
Her expression was calm, and her complexion showed no change, making it almost impossible to tell whether she had any illness.
But she kept her eyes closed and remained unconscious.
Kefla frowned, gently stroked Gwen's forehead, and muttered to herself with concern:
"How could it have turned out like this?"
...
Victor sat quietly in the fleeting carriage, leaning against the window, gazing at the passing scenery on the street.
Listen quietly to the sound of wheels rolling over the stone pavement.
A crow stood opposite him, picked up a cherry from the plate, and ate it through its beak.
As it savored the delicious cherries, it gazed at the quiet Victor and slowly spoke: "Are you ready?"
Viktor didn't react much, simply replying, "Perhaps."
From the very beginning, Victor tried to change Gwen's impression of him.
Maintain a distance from her and try to make Gwen more dependent on him.
And now, he has almost done it.
Gwen's every move was being watched by Viktor.
However, he made one mistake.
That is, Gwen had been targeted for a long time.
[The Goddess's Believers]
The goddess they worshipped had no time to arrange things for her followers.
But only believers would constantly yearn for the goddess to return to earth.
Therefore, they must ensure that the temperature is not contaminated.
“I didn’t intend to pay attention to these things before, but now…”
Viktor's eyes gleamed with an icy light, as black as obsidian:
"They should be removed."
Vega stretched out his wings, brought it to his mouth, and yawned.
"You need to think this through carefully. Although God no longer cares about the world, but..."
"By dealing with those fanatical believers, you will also attract the attention of that goddess."
Victor turned to look at Vega:
"But you're still here."
"Me? Don't be ridiculous."
Vega flapped her wings and stood on Victor's shoulder.
"I'm just an ordinary crow."
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