The Sanctuary probably doesn't know the exact location of Elsie.
El looked at the Templar cavalrymen who were looking around, and unlike usual, they drew their swords directly from their sheaths.
They're waiting for her to be exposed!
Those tiny white flowers in the sky, Saint Yaluo orchids...
Elsie looked up at the sky. Several angels used their invisibility skills to fly across the firmament, scattering flower petals as they checked their positions.
[So that's how it is, the flower petals were to prevent you from becoming invisible? Wait? How did you see them? Their invisibility was fake?]
“I have high perception,” Elsie replied.
[You didn't argue with me today! You're so calm!? Well, can I yell at you a few more times today?]
The narrator is actually asking a question!
"I appreciate your politeness," Elsie said with a dark expression.
"Dong—" The bell rang again, and the knights carrying the coffin silently lowered it. The coffin lid was opened, and inside the coffin filled with Saint Yaluo orchids, Count Wen'ersa slept peacefully.
People from all around approached to offer flowers, and believers loudly recited the church's doctrines. Some people couldn't control their emotions and wept uncontrollably.
“Perhaps, much more happened in the years I didn’t know.” Elsie realized she didn’t know Windsor at all.
Everything seemed to have nothing to do with her, loneliness and... loneliness.
[Aren't you going up to take a look? To get a clearer view, or do you just want to watch from afar and then leave? That would be perfect! Next year, when you dominate the continent, you'll have plenty of time to reminisce!]
Let's go, Elsie! Your followers are waiting for you...
Elsie pulled her hood down and silently moved closer.
Okay, your choices are always the opposite of what I predict. Sigh, you stubborn guy!
【Elsie, let me make this clear first: keep going... a tragic end awaits you!】
[Hey! Elsie! Stop! It's not too late to turn back!]
[Blanching! (Sound of slamming the table)]
Ignoring the narrator's attempts to stop her, Elsie continued forward. She seemed to have found the courage to face everything, and after all her past hesitations, she finally chose to confront it.
The crowd seemed to be making way for the child as she gradually approached the opened mithril coffin.
Time seemed to slow down as Elsie stood in front of everyone and walked step by step toward the coffin.
The enchanting white flowers, the legendary Saint Yarrow, and the woman with the same face as himself, lie there quietly and forever.
Elsie finally arrived and saw her mother. She was overwhelmed with emotion.
[Windssa wore a sparkling ring on her finger, and at her side lay the Sia family's divine artifact, "Sia's Dawn."]
Unfortunately, the divine sword had shattered, and its three large, intact fragments became Windsor's burial goods.
A cold wind swept by, carrying the fragrance of Saint Yaro orchids, and Elsie seemed to have made a decision.
She reached for the artifact... Uh, hey! Elsie! What are you touching!?
Elsie slowly moved her hand towards Windsor's mouth, and in Windsor's mouth... there were no fangs, a characteristic of vampires!
【！！？】
【！！！】
【Hey! Hey!!! Elsie!!! Watch out behind you!!!】
Elsie turned around abruptly, and a long spear flashing with golden light tore through the sky and rushed towards her!
【Elsie!!!】
...
Location: Orwick City (Central Square)
“Paladin, Zoura, location reached.” A brown-haired female paladin stopped at the exit alley.
"Target not detected." Another paladin grumbled, "What if that little vampire isn't coming?"
"Sigh, if only Green were here." Paladin Qitatu leaped onto the roof and looked at the crowd, saying, "We can't find him at all!"
He glanced at the figure on another building; Paladin Hans Christian Andersen was gripping his lance and scanning the crowd, while his angel lay behind him, also watching the crowd.
"Hey! Mr. Fairy Tale? You can tell that?" Chitatu shouted at Hans Christian Andersen.
Hans Christian Andersen didn't speak, but simply pointed two fingers to his eyes and then to the crowd.
The paladins suddenly became alert, because Andersen meant... he had spotted a suspicious target!
"Wait, really?" Zhuo Wula's face darkened. "Is it that obvious?"
“It seems we were being overly cautious,” a paladin relayed.
At this moment, the unique little girl is breaking away from the crowd and approaching the coffin alone!
Everyone else offered flowers from a distance, but she was the only one who went forward! And she even moved the corpse!
The crowds who came to pay their respects were stunned!
"How foolish! Ha, foolish vampires!"
Hans Christian Andersen raised his heavy spear, and golden holy light began to gather!
"The Spear of Judgment?" Zoura revealed a sickly smile. "She'll turn into Blood Princess~"
“I hope the Lord will allow me to enjoy this mutilated body,” said the bald paladin, Lorania.
"Mr. Andersen's strongest single-target killing move." Paladin Plato, who was drinking tea and reading the Holy Scriptures, commented, "He is so gentle, Elsie will not feel any pain."
"Hey! Everyone!" Paladin Sun Xingzhe dragged the corpse of an assassin over, grinning wickedly, "A rat has entered the city!"
"Shall we...go find some fun first?"
...
“It seems they’ve already taken action.” Hagen looked towards the square from the top floor of the castle.
"The magnificent spear of divine judgment, the power of the Lord's authority!"
"Good morning, Elsie, let's meet our mother and walk together to the end of the story!"
"Everything is so beautiful, praise the Lord!"
...
The heavy spear in Andersen's hand was already fully charged, and the guardian angel behind him quickly flew away towards the sky.
The wind whipped up by the flapping of wings stirred up the Saint Yallo orchids inside the coffin, and the fragrance that wafted over seemed to make the little girl feel slightly dazed.
“Yes, that’s how it should be.” Andersen aimed in Elsie’s direction: “Sleep forever, child!”
"Thank you for your contribution to peace on the mainland!"
"In the name of the Lord! Holy Judgment!!!"
As the Holy Judgment Spear was thrown, time seemed to freeze. Golden light condensed within the heavy spear, and space itself seemed to be torn apart. A series of explosions shattered the shackles of the world's rules!
The might of God! Tear everything apart!
Pope Paul, far away in Mirror Lake City, smiled and said, "Lord! Praise be to you who delivers us from darkness!"
That was a piece of history that had been buried in the past. In the ancient era, humanity suffered greatly at the hands of the demons. A merciful twenty-four-winged angel descended from the sky, accompanied by the Holy Judgment Spear, which could be learned simply by offering sacrifices!
It was also called by the ancients of that era... "a miracle of slaying demons".
And today, after thousands of years, it has reappeared!
...
The Holy Judgment Spear roared like a dragon, a shriek that terrified all demons!
Lord! True glory!!!
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