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As the second wave of moonlight once again enveloped the world and the sun's rays re-entered everyone's eyes,

The knights stared blankly at the sky, trembling uncontrollably.

That terrifying power, as if about to completely shatter the spiritual realm, filled people with utter despair.

Leading the knights and observing from the side, Knight Commander Mark, seated on horseback, slapped himself hard across the face.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality.

He stared blankly at Viktor, who had his back turned to him.

His heart felt like a ten-story building collapsing, filled with boundless shock.

He was now immensely grateful that when he received the wanted notice from the Delin family, he hadn't acted rashly and sent people to capture Viktor.

That would have probably been a one-way trip.

Mark was terrified in hindsight; Viktor was clearly not an existence these knights could confront.

Even if all the knights in the Northern Frontier were mobilized, they might not be able to touch the hem of this terrifying mage's coat.

At this moment, he even had a ridiculous thought.

Since mages are so powerful...

Is it too late to change careers now?

Viktor's coat fluttered slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the [Believer] who was now on the brink of death.

Moonlight was a special magic that Viktor had learned from Aurelianne.

Unlike the six major natural systems of magic, moonlight had no rank; its power was entirely determined by the user's soul strength and mana quantity.

And Viktor's mana quantity...

Probably only a Calamity could withstand two such attacks.

Moreover, the Jaxu before him was just a low-level goddess believer.

This kind of faith-generated ethereal creature couldn't even be considered a normal boss unit.

But it wasn't dead yet.

To be precise, Viktor had left it alive.

The writhing monster screamed at Viktor:

"Guu—"

"Kill—me—"

The chaotic voice became extremely weak as Viktor slowly walked to the side of the black flesh mass.

The huge black body filled the entire Delin mansion, its height even comparable to the Silver Barrier.

Viktor's expression remained unchanged as he looked up at the ugly flesh.

Looking at the giant mouths scattered randomly on it, mixed with green slime flowing down.

Deep within the giant mouths, several forked tentacles were slowly pulsating.

Under the scorching light, they were being burned, thus dancing more frantically.

"Are all the believers of your Goddess of Justice as dim-witted as you?" Viktor asked.

Upon hearing this, the black flesh suddenly swelled up, as if enraged.

The giant mouths were instantly torn apart by the tentacles that surged out, black blood gradually dripping down from the surface, lunging fiercely towards Viktor.

Gwen, holding her long sword, gradually applied force to her feet.

She was ready to join the battle immediately if Viktor found himself in a predicament.

But facing the fierce attack, Viktor remained calm and unhurried.

A green glow suddenly lit up behind him, and countless thick vines burst forth from the ground, entangling with the black tentacles, entering a stalemate.

Then, the coat behind him suddenly lit up with red patterns, growing into a giant lava hand, which he raised.

He spread the giant hand into a palm and slapped it fiercely towards what could be considered the face of the flesh mass.

Boom!

Instantly, the surrounding storm trembled violently, the powerful aura overturning everything around.

Even the Silver Fortress creaked and groaned under the gale.

With one slap, the black flesh mass fell into a deathly silence.

"Really now."

"You won't settle down unless you get slapped in the face, will you?"

The power of this slap not only silenced it.

It also calmed down everyone present.

At this moment, all eyes were on Viktor.

They watched him standing amidst the ruins of the Delin mansion, facing that incredibly huge and terrifying monster.

They seemed to have grown accustomed to the shock Viktor brought them.

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Now, there was only one question in everyone's minds.

What exactly was this monster before them?

Why did this creature suddenly appear after Viktor killed Jaxu?

But soon, Viktor provided them with an answer.

On Viktor's body, endless mana arose out of thin air, carrying magical power, inscribing numerous runes upon the flesh mass.

In the haze, one bright magic array after another began to light up continuously on the monster's body.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

One after another, magic arrays of different colors began to appear continuously from the flesh.

That mass of flesh seemed to be constantly impacted by some external force, writhing frantically.

Finally, something like a stone began to pulsate within the black flesh, and was eventually spat out along with green slime from a giant mouth.

"That is!"

The knights immediately widened their eyes, looking in disbelief at what had been spat out by the flesh.

A lean body covered in numerous wrinkles.

"That's! Master Angus!" Mark's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart feeling as if it had been tightly squeezed, causing a bout of dizziness.

That was the teacher's corpse.

At this moment, it appeared before him in such a manner.

All the knights suddenly realized what had happened.

Angus lay helplessly on the ground, his body no longer showing any signs of movement.

Kevla widened her eyes even more, staring at her dead father, falling into a daze.

That great Northern Knight had died just like that, in his own home.

At this moment, everyone realized.

Angus's death was not accidental, but he had been swallowed by this monster.

But why did Jaxu know that Angus was dead?

Could it be...

Most of the knights realized the answer, but no one dared to think further.

Viktor, with his hands in his pockets, looked down at Angus's slime-covered corpse, his eyes showing not a hint of emotion.

"He deserved to die."

The truth was now clear; Angus's corpse was the best evidence of Viktor's innocence.

Viktor glanced at the believer and snorted coldly.

To allow their revered goddess to descend to the world again, the fanatical and obsessive believers would stop at nothing.

The first step to make Gwen approach the Goddess of Justice was to make her completely adhere to absolute justice in her heart.

To completely extinguish those unstable factors of her humanity.

Absolute justice should not possess even a fraction of basic human desires and morals.

Not favoring anyone, not leaning towards any side, acting solely for the sake of pure justice.

The believers had been calculating Gwen's fate from the very beginning.

From the moment of Gwen's birth, from the first time the "Heart of Justice" showed its edge, she had been dragged into a trap by the crazy believers.

Everything was planned to make Gwen sever her familial bonds and extinguish her last conscience as a human being.

Heh.

What a ridiculous plan.

Viktor's eyes held contempt as he said calmly:

"You've always wanted Gwen to kill you, right?"

"Well then, I'll grant you that wish."

As he finished speaking, Viktor no longer spared a glance at the flesh mass.

He simply turned around and walked towards the ground covered in wild grass.

Countless knights automatically sheathed their swords, making way for him.

Afterwards, they turned their gaze towards Gwen.

As if having made some decision, Gwen walked to the front of that evil entity.

She slowly raised the silver sword in her hand.

The silver sword looked incredibly bright and pure under the sunlight, a golden holy power gradually entwining around the blade in Gwen's hand.

It was as if the Goddess of Justice had appeared behind her, transforming into a spirit, jointly grasping the hilt of the sword.

Gwen's eyes were filled with unwavering determination; she felt a heaviness on her shoulders, yet her heart was completely calm.

[Atles's Holy Sword]

Finally, accompanied by the descent of that holy light, the blade fell in Gwen's hand with a slash.

Raising a golden tidal wave, it suddenly engulfed the black flesh.

Boom!

Swoosh!

Sensing the approaching danger, the believer's giant mouths and tentacles trembled continuously, trying to reject that holy attack.

But by now, it was left powerless.

That blade symbolizing justice suddenly fell, and the black body slowly shattered into fragments within the tidal wave, its consciousness gradually blurring.

In the end, it turned into flying debris, dissipating under the light.

The extreme faith in the Goddess of Justice ultimately died under the blade representing justice.

How ironic.

The black fragments turned into flying snow, curling up from the ground towards the sky, gradually dissipating.

Sunlight penetrated through the clouds, passed through the fragments, and slowly fell upon Gwen.

On the silver armor, it was as if she had donned a golden robe, utterly sacred.

She gazed at the mansion ruins under the sky, lonely and sorrowful.

Gwen sheathed her blade, lowered her head, and closed her eyes.

She placed one hand on her chest.

Countless knights made the same gesture, silently mourning.

Beneath the ruins on this green land, it seemed as if a new justice was growing anew.

......

After a period of change, public opinion in this part of the Northern Frontier underwent a drastic transformation.

Viktor, who could stop children from crying at night, had now been cleared of suspicion and become a hero in the hearts of the people.

And Jaxu became the sinner who rebelled against Angus's rule and killed his own father with his own hands.

Viktor, in alliance with Gwen, ultimately beheaded Jaxu.

Although the knights present had all witnessed the true scene at that time, not one of them spoke the truth.

What the knights saw that day was so shocking that it would be etched in their memories for life.

The position of the Delin family head became vacant due to the deaths of Angus and Jaxu.

Kevla, as the eldest daughter, was not involved in the turmoil of the knight family.

Thus, by direct order from Emperor Aubrey in the royal capital,

Gwen inherited the position of family head and succeeded Angus's title of Earl.

However, Gwen did not inherit Angus's task of guarding the North.

She didn't want to stay in this place full of painful memories anymore.

She wanted to return to the royal capital and continue to uphold her small sense of justice.

The Northern Frontier fell into chaos without a leader, so Kevla chose to stay in the North to temporarily manage the order of this place.

Moreover, she received a mission.

Involving the demonic incidents appearing in the Far North, she needed to personally investigate this information.

......

At this moment, sunlight was pouring into the Kravina family mansion.

Lia was in her bedroom, trying on several outfits in front of the mirror.

She seemed to be in a good mood, humming a tune as she twirled in front of the mirror.

Lia tried one outfit after another, but couldn't find one she was satisfied with.

An elf sat on the edge of the bed, idly fiddling with a dagger in her hand.

"Miss Lia, you seem very happy?"

"Hm? Do I?" Lia responded casually, picking up two outfits and comparing them in frustration.

"Which one should I wear?"

She turned around, holding the clothes, and asked the elf.

"Leon, help me see which one suits me better?"

"You look beautiful in any outfit, Miss Lia."

Hearing Leon's flattery, Lia became even more troubled.

"Miss Lia, do you have something going on?"

Leon looked at the somewhat conflicted Lia, putting away her dagger to avoid cutting any of Lia's numerous outfits.

"Viktor is coming back from the Northern Frontier, I need to get back to the royal capital before he returns."

Lia continued humming, turning back to choose again.

After all, being indecisive about choices can really make one feel distressed.

After a while, Leon's gaze suddenly sharpened.

She put her finger to her ear, as if listening to some report.

"Mm, okay, I got it."

She nodded slightly and put her hand down.

On Leon's ear, a small, blue-glowing communication crystal could be seen.

That was a small magical device used for remote communication.

Very convenient.

Lia turned back, looking at Leon's reaction, and couldn't help but sigh:

"How is it? Judging by your expression, I probably won't be able to go back?"

"It's like this, I'm sorry, Miss Lia..."

Leon lowered her head slightly, reporting:

"The 'children' have caught a slave trader, and his identity seems somewhat special."

"They need you to go there in person to interrogate him."

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