The golden scales shimmer like stars, and wisps of divine aura dance in the air.

The outline of the scales gradually became clearer, looming, as if the rhythm of life was ebbing and flowing.

The golden light flowed like a river, instantly lighting up the room.

Mingyao overflowed, and the brilliant brilliance made even Victor feel a little dazzling.

Vega widened one of her eyes and watched carefully.

It could clearly feel that the divine power of the goddess of justice was getting stronger and stronger.

Perhaps Gwen sanctioned the believers and made their sins worse as her own karmic consequences.

So, she received the final approval from the goddess of justice.

After all, no matter what, she also used part of the divine power of the goddess of justice to kill those believers.

With a ruthless sword, cut off all evil thoughts in the world.

This is the true teachings of the Goddess of Justice.

It's just that in the word of mouth of those cultists, the teachings of the goddess of justice are gradually distorted, and her justice has become absolute paranoia.

It is not to cut off evil thoughts, but to reduce them together with the universal sources of evil thoughts.

And this paranoid justice is absolutely unacceptable to human society.

Victor's fingers flicked over Gwen's bright back, scratching the scales on that back.

Under physical contact, Gwen's body rose to her current level.

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Sure enough, she was much stronger.

If this continues, it won't be long before Gwen will become a true fourth-order knight.

Victor withdrew his hand.

Having Gwen kill the believers was part of the plan.

When killed, the goddess's followers will throw pheromones to other believers like rats.

The message will spread like a plague.

And those believers will swarm like crazy rats for revenge.

And once they finally find out, the person who killed them is none other than that.

It is the goddess who they think about and believe in at all times.

That's when their faith will collapse.

He could no longer insist on what he believed to be righteous, and his distorted mind turned into all evil thoughts.

In the end, they were erased by Gwen, who represented justice, and used their sins to become their own strength.

Achieve the ultimate virtuous cycle.

So......

"The believers of the goddess want to bring the goddess into the world through Gwen, but I don't agree."

Victor watched Gwen's back float with a golden scale, and even though his eyes were stung by the light, he still said indifferently.

When these evil and paranoid believers are erased by the righteous Gwen Gwen, they become the power that Gwen uses to become stronger.

And what will become stronger together is the remnants of the divine power of the goddess of justice.

As long as it continues, Gwen will be able to keep getting stronger.

Humanity will never again remember those twisted teachings of the Goddess.

The Council of Mages will be the only church that believes in the Goddess of Justice.

But it's not for the real goddess either.

"There is no need for two identical goddesses in the world."

Viktor's emotionless voice rang out.

Since the Council of Mages was built on the scales of hypocrisy from the beginning, the goddess of justice is also hypocritical.

Not excessive, right?

The true goddess of justice will exist in name only, and he will no longer have to worry about Gwen becoming the true goddess of justice.

As long as all goes well.

Suddenly, Victor looked up.

He sensed an unusual aura hovering in front of the door.

Victor reached out and tapped his hand on Gwen's yukata, which had been parted and closed back along the edges, covering the snow-white skin again.

He tugged at the quilt to cover Gwen, then stood up and walked towards the door.

At the same time, a blazing flame burned on the white shirt.

The air around him was suddenly filled with a scorching heat.

Victor waved his hand slightly, and the black trench coat was purified by the flames, covering his body again.

The red lines flickered briefly on the surface of the trench coat, then faded out.

With this done, he just walked to the door of the room and opened his palms.

The doorknob of the door automatically twisted and the door opened.

Subsequently, he saw it.

At the doorway, a girl with white hair and red eyes was kneeling.

Her body was entwined with countless transparent threads of magic, drawing seductive lines on her slender but full-bodied body.

Her arms were pressed tightly to her sides, unable to move.

The girl raised her face, looking pitiful and weak.

She sat on her knees and looked up at Victor.

The flowing red pupils looked a little sad.

……

"Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Victor."

The girl stood slim in the room and bowed to Victor.

"My name is Prisis Ness, daughter of Count Laurean."

Victor sat in his chair and looked at the girl in front of him carefully.

Her manners are impeccable and her attitude is respectful.

Although he seems to be the same age as Aurelian and Erica, he exudes an unusual maturity.

Perhaps, this has something to do with the tutor of the Earl's family.

But......

Victor held his face with one hand and looked at each other, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes:

"You, as the daughter of the count, come to me at this time."

"What do you want to do?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Gwen who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

The hypnosis worked well, and Gwen's sleep allowed her to sleep peacefully until dawn.

His meaning is obvious.

You, the daughter of the Earl Laurean's family, went into the man's room with his fiancée alone at night.

And the other party is still a newcomer, and the two sides are not familiar with each other at all.

It's strange to come to the door like this, and there is no problem.

Sensing Victor's suspicions, Prichis clenched her hands tightly together, her face slightly tense, and she looked extremely entangled.

She was silent for a while, and finally spoke:

"I know you, you're a very powerful mage."

"Only you, only a powerful mage can help me, and I hope you can help me."

She said anxiously.

"I'm willing to give everything."

When Victor heard this, he sat up slightly straighter.

His eyes scrutinized Prisis with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Sensing his slightly aggressive gaze, the girl closed her eyes slightly, but let Victor's gaze wander freely over her.

"Really?"

Victor's voice sounded again, indifferently with a bit of playfulness.

Prisis's body shuddered.

She opened her eyes again, her face was slightly red, and her red eyes were like ripe apples, but they were gradually crushed, and a few tears were squeezed out.

But she nodded.

"Yes...... Yes. ”

"I'm willing to pay any price."

Victor looked at her with no expression on his face.

He leaned back in his chair and asked indifferently:

"Say what you're going to ask for help for."

Prisis hurriedly said:

"Please save my mother."

"She was kept in the room by my father, Count Laurean, and was not allowed to leave the room even a step."

"If she continues like this, she'll die in the room."

She pleaded bitterly, her mood became extremely sad, and her brow furrowed slightly, but this time not because she was entangled, but because she was praying for salvation.

Prisis's body was a little weak, and her whole body strength was exhausted, and she was about to kneel in front of Victor.

Emotions almost collapsed along with the words, and tears flowed out.

"Please...... Please help me. ”

The corners of Victor's mouth rose slightly, and a playful expression was revealed:

"I can help you, but for now, I have one condition."

As if grasping at some kind of straw, Prichis nodded hurriedly.

"I, I can promise!"

"So, show me the legs."

Victor's words froze the crying girl.

"Wh.... What? ”

She didn't seem to think that Victor would say this, and her originally crying face froze, and it was difficult to react to anything for a while.

Victor stood up slowly, stared earnestly into Prisis's eyes, and said solemnly word by word:

"Lift your gown and let me see your legs."

The aggressiveness caused Prisis to take a few steps back.

Immediately after, the magical power around Victor suddenly exploded, and he took the initiative to tear open the black dress that covered the lower part of the girl's legs.

Thorn -

The splintered black gown was torn by the magic, revealing the lower half of Prisis's ethereal body.

There, there should have been a pair of legs.

Now, however, it seems to be transparent.

Underneath the gown, there was only a pair of black leather boots, standing on the ground, as if supporting her body.

Prisis's face turned pale for a moment, and she lay on the ground busily, holding her torn gown, trying her best to cover her legs.

However, it was already too late.

At this moment, Victor had already begun to look at the girl in front of him with a dangerous gaze.

His voice was cold and unforgiving:

"Sure enough, how can normal people be restrained by the magic trap I set at will."

As soon as the words fell, a vigorous flame instantly burned around Victor.

The raging flames spread out like ocean waves, forming pillars of fire in the air.

But the flames didn't ignite anything, just boiling the air around them.

The scorching heat began to sting Prisis's skin, and the blazing light of the fire reflected on her pale face.

Priss, who was still crying with tears, also had a little fear in her eyes.

I couldn't help but subconsciously start to dodge those flames.

The flames won't burn her, but the temperature will.

The heat seemed to turn into a poisonous snake and began to swim around her body, and the heat made Prisis feel suffocated.

The lungs seemed to be pinched by a pair of hot giant hands, and only a strong burning filled the lungs and throat.

The air began to heat hot, and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

Victor put his hands in his pockets, and his trench coat was on fire.

The flames behind him were like ferocious beasts, licking the shriveled and restless air.

He was surrounded by flames, still so calm.

His feet were on the blazing fire, and the corners of his eyes lit up with a scorching fire.

But under the blazing eyes, there was an infinite chill, like solid ice wrapped in flames, and the hot air was completely buried with cold.

"It's a big night, but I have to disturb my wife's rest time."

His indifferent voice gradually sounded, mixed with the collision of hot and cold, and it seemed a little chaotic:

"I'm curious, since you know I'm a powerful mage."

"A mere revenant."

"How dare you wander in front of me?"