The answer that silenced both of them was one that Gloria had only heard as a conjecture, one that she had never imagined could actually be true.
Harlan suddenly realized her true feelings and didn't care about other people's reactions at all.
The suffocating silence continued, and the number of corpses near the Paladin Order grew larger and larger. In addition to the mercenaries that Harun and Gloria had dealt with, there was also a small number of demon cultists.
Most of the demon followers are still in the very center, in the real village; those being killed now are just appetizers.
Both mages and paladins tacitly conserve their physical strength and magic power, primarily using microscopic magic. They only cooperate to kill enemies when they encounter particularly difficult ones.
The two, along with the paladin and the mage, gradually approached the center, while Maggie's plan was progressing smoothly.
The demon cultists, lured away, realized they had been tricked when they discovered the barrier had been breached, but were held back by a group of priests who appeared out of nowhere.
Priests generally have limited combat power, but they can deal tons of damage to undead demons.
Maggie deliberately separated the mercenaries and the demon cultists, making it easier to deal with them.
"Your Highness, this side is about to succeed in its breakthrough as well."
The high priest approached Maggie respectfully and reported the results.
He never expected the plan to go so smoothly. Although he knew that Her Highness was very familiar with this area, she knew exactly which areas were weakest in defense and even the location of the powerful demon lord's followers.
That's a bit too exaggerated, it feels like a dream.
Given the temple's immense power, very few forces dare to engage in such shady dealings on its territory.
But the emergence of such a large-scale demonic force is an utter disgrace.
If it weren't for Her Highness's timely discovery and the implementation of a plan to minimize casualties and losses, the temple might have slowly collapsed due to these lurking insects.
The saying "A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole" is no exaggeration.
"The elder sister's message will arrive soon, and I should hurry up as well."
Maggie's lips curled into a smile. She held a magical communication tool in her hand, and her eyes flashed with a chilling madness and murderous intent.
If the High Priest hadn't been bowing his head, he probably would have been frightened by Maggie's expression.
...
On the other side, the Duke's mansion welcomed 'someone who wanted to help them,' or rather, someone that the entire Zefneria family had never imagined.
Chief Sister Rélisa.
Perhaps unaware of the purpose of the people from the temple, Rilisa did not meet the Duke's people immediately, but was instead led by a maid to a place that was perfect for afternoon tea.
In the spacious and bright greenhouse, a beautiful table and chairs were placed in the center, and a cup of fine black tea was brewed in front of Rilisa. Even though it was not the season when the flowers were in full bloom, the roses in the greenhouse were as beautiful as ever.
She gracefully picked up the black tea in front of her, took a small sip, and waited for the target to appear.
Strangely enough, as a nun, she should have been in the prayer room of the temple, listening to the people's confessions every day and bringing them spiritual comfort.
However, she was a nun who was often away on missions and had at least eighty or a hundred lives on her hands. The other nuns in the temple secretly called her the Killing Sister.
Ririsa had even heard such words in person, but she wasn't angry at all; in fact, she felt an inexplicable pleasure.
Whenever the pure white of her nun's habit was stained red, she would feel a surge of excitement and stimulation from the bottom of her heart, a reaction that was not at all befitting a believer of the God of Light.
so.....
Her true faith was not in Nophele, the god of light, but in Gretius, the god of darkness.
However, because she was born with the power of light, her parents sent her to the Temple of Light, where she had to suppress her murderous desires every day, which caused her a lot of pain for a long time.
She never told anyone about this; only she knew that she was a nun of light who believed in a dark god, and that she was a freak.
Fortunately, she later became the head nun, and was finally able to do what she loved.
Today was her first time taking on this kind of negotiation, or rather, 'message delivery' task, which was quite a novel experience and even made her, who had very little patience, a little more.
But when the door to the garden greenhouse was pushed open, it was not the Duke who walked in, but the second son of the Zefneria family—Rake Zefneria.
After just one glance, Rilisa lost interest, but considering that this was the Holy Maiden's mission, she forced herself to perk up.
"Your Excellency, my father is unwell today and is unable to come to see you in person. I am very sorry."
Rex met with Rélissa in place of the Duke, and his etiquette was perfect and impeccable. However, even so, as the High Priestess of the Temple, it was hard not to be angry that she had been left in the greenhouse for so long, and in the end, it wasn't even the Duke who came.
Ririsa smiled gently, showing no sign of mind.
"That's really sad. I hope your father gets well soon."
While speaking politely, Rilisa was secretly gloating, since the newly appointed Holy Maiden seemed genuinely eager to kill him.
They even went so far as to send someone of her combat prowess, like her, away from the central battlefield to become a 'traitor who leaks information' here.
Unfortunately, the Duke's health is unlikely to improve.
She silently added to herself, but her expression remained unchanged.
"What brings you to the Duke's mansion in such a hurry, Sister No. 1? You didn't even bring two attendants with you."
Rick glanced at Ririsa, who was all alone, and hesitated in his voice.
“It is indeed a very important matter, but... the Duke is unwell, and I'm afraid even if I speak up, there's nothing I can do to change it.”
Rilisa's acting was also quite good. At this moment, she showed a sad and distressed expression on her face. Coupled with her gentle and non-aggressive appearance, it was easy for people to lower their guard.
Of course, in Rick's eyes, what was most attractive about Rilisa was not her face, but her figure.
Her voluptuous breasts and straight, shapely thighs were so alluring that Rick couldn't take his eyes off her.
Rilisa wasn't a nun living a life of luxury in the temple; she was often out on missions. Her legs were firm and strong, full and shapely, encased in snow-white stockings—a sight that would make any man drool.
But the premise of her beauty is that she is not exerting any force right now. The muscles that can swing the meteorite axe are not to be underestimated; they are even more exaggerated than those of a paladin.
Even without weapons, arms and legs are invincible killing machines.
Of course, Rick had no idea that Ririsa simply crossed her legs, and his eyes widened instantly.
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