Goddess of Justice!?
Upon hearing this title, Priscilla gaped in astonishment.
She turned her head, her eyes wide, and couldn't help but look at Gwen behind her.
Gwen remained expressionless, but her cold and decisive gaze remained sharply fixed on Grand Duke Barlow before her.
That feeling... was like countless sharp icicles hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment, giving one a real sense of threat and danger...
At that moment, Priscilla felt a sense of crisis, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Since her father Laureen's sacrifice and blood offering, Priscilla has inherited her father's bloodline.
He possessed power akin to that of a vampire prince.
Although Priscilla hadn't fought much and wasn't yet proficient in using the power within her body,
But enough is enough to protect oneself.
It's safe to say that 90% of the people in the world couldn't hurt Priscilla.
However, Gwen behind her was an exception among that one in ten.
Gwen exuded an aura as cold and biting as a wind.
It carries with it a firm sense of justice, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Faced with Gwen like this, Priscilla felt that even having multiple lives wouldn't be enough to stop her.
Moreover, the person this imposing aura was directed at was not even her.
It was the Archduke of Barlow in front of her.
Just being touched by the edge of that aura, a sense of threat, as if being judged, already filled my heart.
At this moment, Priscilla's mind raced as she began to recall the title that Grand Duke Barlow had used on Gwen.
'Goddess of Justice.'
Ordinary people could never possess such terrifying power.
To be honest, the aura that Gwen just displayed almost exceeded Priscilla's understanding of humanity.
That impeccable sense of justice seems to be the scales by which evil is judged.
Although these facts alone are not enough for Priscilla to associate Gwen with the goddess of justice.
But a series of recent events in Shulburn, including Gwen's arrival and the increase in various crimes.
These all seem to point to some connection with believers in the goddess of justice.
But... God should be emotionless.
Priscilla had seen those depictions of the gods, especially of this goddess of justice.
The goddess of justice herself has no emotions.
All her actions were aimed at upholding justice, delivering an absolute judgment on evil, and purely eliminating the existence of evil.
But Gwen is different; as a mortal, she possesses a wealth of emotions.
Although she often presents herself with a cold and indifferent exterior, as if she were a piece of icy jade that is difficult to approach.
But the emotions surging deep within her heart could never be faked.
After spending some time together, Priscilla gradually noticed Gwen's subtle emotional fluctuations.
For example, Gwen rushed to Shulbourne in order to find Victor.
Upon learning of the crisis at Shulburn, she remained at the manor, always staying by Aunt Lia's side.
Even when crimes were rampant in Shulbourne, her strong sense of justice could not keep her from leaving the mansion.
In Priscilla's view, Gwen's pursuit of justice seemed less important than her emphasis on personal feelings.
As expected, Gwen was still staring intently at Archduke Ballow, asking with a hint of danger:
"Where is Viktor?"
Even now, she still remembers that Grand Duke Barlow was the main reason why Victor was seriously injured and had to escape.
At least, that's how she sees it.
In fact, Priscilla, who was standing next to her, knew the details.
After all, she was with Aunt Lia every day, and Victor didn't avoid her when he came back.
The information about the dispute between Grand Duke Balo and Victor was also spread through Aunt Lia.
Thinking of this, Priscilla turned and glanced at Lydia.
When Grand Duke Balo appeared, Lia's face did not show any emotional fluctuation.
There was absolutely no intense hatred or resentment one would feel when seeing an enemy.
Clearly... throughout the entire incident, the only one kept in the dark was Miss Gwen.
Thump—
A crisp impact sound rang out.
Priscilla turned around at the sound and saw Grand Duke Barlow leaning his cane on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic aura filled with deathly stillness roared up from his body and into the sky.
A faint, ethereal green mist quietly seeped out from the cracks in the ground beneath his feet, slowly spreading to both sides.
The surrounding flowerbeds were torn apart by this eerie green wave of air, becoming elusive and mysterious.
The petals and leaves swirled and danced in the air currents, as if caught in a frenzied dance.
On the other side, Gwen was equally unyielding, her silver-white armor radiating an extreme chill.
The surrounding space gradually released a faint white mist under the influence of the condensation.
Tiny ice crystals slowly condensed in the air, and a violent chill permeated the mist.
A thin layer of frost covered all the countless floating petals.
Her eyes were ruthless, and an unquestionable sense of justice and authority emanated from her face.
Two fierce forces collided in the air, vying for supremacy and refusing to yield.
Suddenly, the atmosphere around the flowerbed became tense, and the air seemed to become even more stagnant and oppressive.
Priscilla sensed the ominous atmosphere and stared blankly at the standoff between the two sides.
The surrounding shockwaves made her feel flustered.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to comfort her, but the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't get them out.
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