Chapter 18: Veiled Woman on the Throne
Holy Orthodox—Hall of Gods
In the center of an immensely grand and opulent hall sat a veiled woman on a high and majestic throne.
The woman exuded extraordinary grace, her concealed beauty behind the veil adding to the overall stunning aura.
She adorned herself with a loose, flowing white robe that barely veiled her curvaceous and alluring figure.
Her silver hair flowed down past her slender waist, while her long, white legs possessed a captivating quality that could stir envy in women across the world.
Draped in a white veil that obscured her face entirely, her true visage remained a mystery, concealed from the eyes of all who gazed upon her.
Nevertheless, even the dumbest person in the world could surmise that beneath this white veil lay an undoubtedly goddess-like face, capable of driving any man to madness with its beauty.
Right now, before the woman seated on the throne, a man with blonde hair and clad in golden armor kneeled in utmost reverence.
“So, what’s the situation at the border?” The woman gracefully crossed her long white legs, asking in a calm tone directed at the blond man.
Her voice, so melodious and extraordinarily beautiful, momentarily left the blond man in a daze before he finally regained his senses.
“Report to the saint! The situation at the border is under control, and 10,000 Holy Knight troops have been assembled. We only await orders from the saint to launch an attack on the demons’ territory,” the man with blond hair conveyed respectfully to the woman.
Upon hearing this, the woman remained composed and merely gave a small nod.
“If everything is ready, there’s no need to hold back; launch the attack on the Demons’ territory immediately,” she stated with an indifferent tone, yet an unmistakable undercurrent of hatred and anger was evident to anyone who listened.
The blond man nodded respectfully and replied, “Yes, Saint, I will carry out your orders. However, before that, I also need to convey the message that Venerable Edward sent to you.”
The woman was momentarily stunned by the blond man’s words before regaining her composure and demanding, “Tell me immediately.”
The blond man took a moment to catch his breath before finally starting to explain.
“Venerable Edward conveyed a message to the Saint, suggesting that we should postpone the attack on the Demon race’s territory first, and then…”
*Boom!*
Before he could complete his sentence, an unusually intense pressure swiftly bore down on him, compelling him to kneel on the floor instantly without the ability to move his body.
“Postpone the assault; what does that imply?” The woman’s voice instantly chilled, and a formidable intent to kill permeated the hall.
The blond man sensed his chest tightening, yet he exerted willpower to stay conscious.
“Venerable Edward warned that this could be a trap orchestrated by the Holy Empire of Elysium!” He uttered each sentence with effort, struggling against the relentless pressure.
“A trap?” The woman inquired, releasing the pressure she had imposed, allowing the blond man to finally exhale in relief.
“That’s correct, Saint. Venerable Edward mentioned that the Holy Empire of Elysium likely aimed to capitalize on the aftermath of the demise of the sword hero Leon Kruger. They intend to manipulate our Holy Orthodox into invading the Demon race’s territory, thereby breaking our 7,000-year-old oath,” the blond-haired man explained with meticulous care.
His words caused an instant pause in the woman’s demeanor, but suddenly, a potent aura permeated the hall, causing the entire space to fluctuate.
“In that case, so what? Even if they aim to exploit this momentum to manipulate us, I am indifferent. The Demons took the life of my brother, Leon, and even if it contradicts our Holy Orthodox oath, I remain unconcerned.” Her tone turned icy, emanating a formidable killing intent that sharply contrasted with her graceful and gentle appearance as a saint of the Holy Orthodox.
The blond-haired man could only release a small sigh in response to the woman’s unwavering determination, simultaneously harboring profound envy for Leon in his heart.
Indeed, to be loved and cared for to such an extent could be considered an extraordinary stroke of fortune.
Swiftly, he regained his composure and cast a respectful gaze upon the woman.
“Saint, I apologize for any interruption, but there’s another crucial piece of news about Hero Leon that I must share with you. It seems Hero Leon has not perished; he is still alive.” As he uttered these words, the formidable aura shattered into pieces instantly, prompting the woman to rise promptly from her throne.
Her curvaceous body, concealed by the loose robe, trembled uncontrollably, and the gaze beneath her veil fixated on the blond man with an expression of disbelief.
“Are you… telling the truth?” Her voice appeared choked and tremulous, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor.
“It is true, Saint. The Third Great Guardian, Venerable Louis, conducted a horoscope to assess Hero Leon’s condition. The constellations representing the heroes were found to be still in their positions, suggesting that Hero Leon has not yet perished. However, Venerable Louis cautioned that Hero Leon’s current state may not be favorable or that he could be on the verge of death.” The blond-haired man continued his explanation, pausing momentarily to gauge her reaction.
Upon hearing this news, the woman’s palms clenched, and an overwhelming joy surged through her heart.
“He’s alive… He truly survived!” Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she trembled as if the revelation had left her unable to contain her profound happiness.
However, she quickly fixated on the word ‘dying,’ plunging back into anxiety.
She swiftly turned her gaze back to the blond man before her.
“Very well, I understand! Change the entire plan right now. Instruct the Holy Knights at the border to traverse the entire Desert of Chaos, where Hero Leon is engaged in battle, and exert every effort to locate him in that vicinity. Additionally, summon the Five Great Guardians to the Hall of Gods immediately for a crucial discussion!” The woman issued her orders with stern determination to the blond man before her.
Upon hearing this, relief washed over the blond-haired man’s face before transforming into determination.
“As you command, Saint, I will carry it out!” He replied respectfully and rose to his feet slowly.
“Then, I would like to take my leave, Saint.” Once again, he bowed his head respectfully, receiving a small nod from the woman.
The blond-haired man then slowly exited the hall, leaving the veiled woman alone within.
Observing his departure, the veiled woman slowly returned to her throne and delicately lifted the veil concealing her face.
Soon, an extraordinarily beautiful, goddess-like visage was revealed—so enchanting that any man who beheld it would be entranced and unable to look away.
Her beautiful lips were slightly pursed, conveying both happiness and sadness on her extraordinarily beautiful face.
“Big Brother Leon~ Arshley knows you wouldn’t have died and left me alone! I firmly believe that! So, I will try to find you! Please wait for me, okay?” In her beautiful blue eyes, tears welled up, accompanied by a charming smile on her thin lips as she expressed those affectionate words.
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