They regarded her as the daughter of God, directly subordinate to the Goddess of Justice.
Ironically, in the future, after awakening to a ruthless stance of justice, Gwen showed no mercy to the followers of the Goddess of Justice.
After Emperor Auberly died, many evil beings took advantage of the situation and entered the palace.
The goddess's followers were equally eager to act.
So, countless of them were killed by Gwen, who was carrying out justice.
Although they still remain hidden in the darkness.
Viktor put down his book, squinted, and looked out the window.
A full moon hung high in the sky, its pale surface seemingly carrying a strange, black aura.
The black shadow slipped into the far side of the moon without warning and disappeared without a trace.
In the darkness under the moonlight, Vega's figure blocked the bright moonlight, casting a shadow that appeared and disappeared on the ground.
It was flying around, the sound of its wings flapping echoing in the night wind.
After a while, the crow seemed tired and quietly landed on a branch.
"That damned Victor! What kind of contractor lets his god spy on others?!"
Despite his angry complaints, Vega still arrived at his destination.
It stood on a branch, staring intently at Delin's mansion.
The enormous mansion was eerily quiet, with hardly any lights on, and appeared exceptionally lonely under the pale moonlight.
Then, Vega's single eye turned an incredibly blue.
It saw it in Vega's eyes.
Countless black, twisting stripes were slowly climbing deeper into the Naderling mansion.
That's really strange.
Vega had never seen a god with such a large following.
Sure enough, only those stubborn and headstrong goddesses would have such a group of blind, brainless fans.
Vega withdrew his sharp gaze, pecked at his black wings with his beak, and tried his best to behave like an ordinary crow.
At that moment, a servant came out, carrying a lamp. She stood at the entrance of the mansion, looking around and even glancing up at the treetops above.
Because it was too dark, she could only notice a crow perched on a branch, but she didn't notice that the crow only had one eye.
After the servant looked away and re-entered the mansion, Vega flapped his wings and flew towards Gwen's bedroom window.
Gwen's bedroom was not unfamiliar to her.
Vega went through the window and approached the bed.
It saw the silver-white, resilient knight lying unconscious on the bed, his eyes tightly closed.
Even though he felt no discomfort, he was still unable to wake up.
It seemed as if it had fallen into an endless slumber.
Looking at the unconscious Gwen, Vega thought with a hint of amusement:
Why don't we let Viktor come over and kiss her? Maybe that will wake her up.
These kinds of wonderful plots are often found in traditional storytelling.
But Vega knew in his heart that this almost absurd method would definitely not work.
It stood still, and a pitch-black array gradually and mysteriously formed beneath its feet. The chaotic tentacles only waved for a short while before gradually stopping.
A dark light gradually enveloped Gwen's body, giving her a mysterious yet sinister aura.
Vega looked at Gwen and clicked his tongue, saying:
"I don't know why Viktor pays special attention to you."
"Tch, let's just say it's for his sake."
It shook its body, and a jet-black feather gently landed beside Gwen's bed.
Then, Vega seemed to transform into a pool of black water, sliding down the floor by the window, and his entire body disappeared.
Black feathers settled on Gwen's pillow, following her even breathing.
The black feathers shimmered faintly in the moonlight, like a gemstone, sparkling with a mysterious radiance.
Vega flapped his wings in the sky, preparing to fly towards the Clavner mansion.
Suddenly, it blinked and sensed something was wrong.
Then its body flipped in the air and flew in a direction completely opposite to where it originally was.
In the woods near the capital, a white figure relentlessly hunts down various monsters.
Blood flowed across the grass, slowly gathering into a stream that reflected the crimson moonlight.
The corpses of monsters, their bones exposed, were piled up into a small mountain, standing silently under the moonlight.
Saphiros slashed the monster's throat with her sharp blade and then threw it onto the pile of corpses.
She leaned against the mountain of corpses, roughly devouring her spoils, and casually stuffing all the materials that had fallen from the monsters' bodies into her own pouch.
As Saphiros swallowed a piece of monster flesh, her fur stood on end, sensing an imminent danger.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she stared intently ahead.
Whoosh—!
An arrow, gleaming like an ice crystal, suddenly flew towards Saphiros, sparkling in the moonlight.
Saphiros instinctively dodged the fierce attack.
She turned around and saw an elderly man with a wrinkled face and white hair.
The old man's face bore the marks of time and was etched with deep scars.
He rode a horse, followed by a group of strong mages carrying various tools.
All of them were dressed in white cloaks bearing the same insignia, standing out like the only ice and snow on this grassland.
"Tsk, I thought it was some kind of monster, but it turns out to be a person."
The old man saw Saphiros clearly and slowly put away the icy bow and arrows he had conjured.
He glanced intently at the man beside him and asked:
"Rive, what do you think?"
The man on horseback rode up to the old man and pulled down his hood.
His blond hair shone brightly in the moonlight, and a blue light, rippling like water, flashed in the man's eyes.
"There's something wrong with her."
"Let's capture them alive first."
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