Just as Cai Hua finished speaking, Ovid finally recovered from his dazed state. 

He looked at Myia then stared at Cai Hua. He asked absent-mindedly, “What… do I do next?”

Cai Hua looked at him liked an idiot and then retorted, “What to do next? Obviously it’s to quickly kill her, and then continue northwards.”

Myia looked at Ovid and felt even more baffled then Cai Hua. She thought; kid, what are you waiting for?

Only the girl within the carriage roughly understood Ovid’s though at this moment.

“Ah? Sir, you want me to kill her?”

Cai Hua stared into his eyes and said, “Perhaps you are waiting for me to end her life then?”

Myia said angrily, “Perhaps you don’t want to stain your hands?”

Ovid said gazed blankly and said, “There is no more reason to act anymore. Why do there have to be any killing?”

Only the faint sound of suppressed laughter from the carriage could be heard. 

A breeze blew pass the feather grass field.

After a very long silence, Cai Hua signed heavily, “I thought this continent hasn’t changed in ten thousand years.”

Myia shook her head, saying, “I think this kid is a unique case.”

Ovid looked and Myia and said, “Miss, the road is wide enough for two people to pass by… is it possible for you to forget what happened today. I mean…”

Myia suddenly thought this kid was even more agreeable. Not only was Ovid’s appearance especially pleasing to the eye, but the feeling his body gives off was also rather pleasant. The more she looked at him, the more pleased she became. She said, “Since you have spared my life, I naturally cannot hold a grudge.” 

Ovid looked at Cai Hua, his expression showing a hint of doubt.

Cai Hua grow annoyed, “Since you aren’t going to kill her, why linger around any longer? Go back to the carriage.”

Ovid collected the scalpel, knife and sword from the ground and returned them to his spatial ring. Afterwards, he walked back to the carriage and entered.

His steps were weak, and the deliberated even distance between each was somewhat taxing. Fortunately, the carriage was not far away, and Anna helped him as he crawled in.

Ovid sat on the cushion and watched Cai Hua occupy the space opposite to him, soon the horses pulling the carriage began trodding. 

Seeing the three people in the carriage slowly disappearing into the vast feather grass fields, Myia said nothing. It was unclear what she was thinking. 

Cai Hua leaned against the wall of the carriage and said while looking at Ovid, “I’m really impressed.”

Ovid smiled rather meekly and replied, “Cai Hua, I am not good at fighting.”

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Cai Hua forcibly withdraw his anger and retorted, “Bullsh*t, do you think I’m talking about that!?” 

“What are you impressed at then?” 

Cai Hua said, “Are all the young people as stupid as you?”

Anna, who had been silently observing by Ovid replied in his stead, “I’m here as well. Although I would have done the same as Ovid in that situation.”

Cai Hua sneered, “To think that Julia chose such a soft-hearted person. If you actually had any position in the empire, it would not last for over a decade.” 

Anna thought for a moment before she replied, “Ovid is your disciple. Since sir and I do not have any relationship, for what reason are you lecturing me?”

Cai Hua went silent for a while and then said, “That… that does make sense. But has neither one of you that perhaps Myia would reveal our tracks, and take revenge in the future?” 

Ovid injected, “I haven’t thought about it that far… But Cai Hua, if you are able to recover your strength, then it should no longer be a problem.” 

Anna said, “Didn’t you say there was an assassin following us? If that person is not dead, then our tracks will always be known.” 

Ovid turned around and looked at Anna. He said with surprise, “I have not thought about it like that.” 

Cai Hua looked at Ovid staring Anna with bright, clear eyes and sighed regretfully. He said emotionally, “I can I pick such a person as my disciple.”

Anna felt the situation was very amusing and said, “A immortal’s insight should never be wrong.”

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The morning sun grew brighter, and the breeze gradually settled. The feather grass that brushed past the shoulder no longer swayed. Myia released her right hand, and her lost arm no longer bled. She picked up the blade from the ground, and slowly returned it to its sheath. In the entire process, a painful grimace was present on her face. Obviously, these simple actions were extremely taxing for her in her current state. 

The carriage had long departed, but Myia did not leave. Instead, she sat down and bandaged her wounds while thinking about a few matters. Anna’s escape from the capital had not become widespread, with only a few being aware of the situation. Moreover, the youth that had appeared next to Anna was even more of an enigma; Ovid clearly has never studied in the clergy before, yet could actually use mana. The strangest matter is, how did these two suddenly appear in the north of the empire, travelling with Cai Hua? 

Obviously, the main reason she did not immediately leave was not because of these ponderings, but to wait for the figure following Cai Hua for the past week to appear. She did not know who the figure is but knew that the figure was close by, and she, in grave danger.

A breeze suddenly appeared in the feather grass fields without the slightest indication. The amber feather grass swayed gently within the wind, akin to a wave washing up onshore. 

Swiftly, the wave travelled, coming closer. 

Myia extended her right hand before her body and formed a fist.

As the leader of a squadron of the papal heavy cavalry, even if she could not fight anymore, it was best to die in battle. If she was really doomed to die in an unmarked place, then she can only seek to put up a resistance. 

The breeze disappeared, and the figure did not appear. 

After an unknown amount of time passed, the sun became ever more intense. When Myia, who had lost too much blood, could no longer endure standing, she realised that the figure must have long left. 

Why did that person leave? Myia could no understand it. Regardless, she gradually dragged herself across the grass fields and saw on the ground not far away, someone had left a purple strip of cloth.

It was probably because of this that the figure did not act. 

Purple was a colour exclusive to royalty.

Myia’s expression changed slightly. She did not expect that Anna would have taken the extra step in preserving a mere deacon’s life before she left. 

It was this piece of cloth that saved her life. 

Two kilometres away, the horses were currently with their head down grazing on the tall grass. Anna and Ovid were currently collecting wild vegetables and fruits to cook for dinner.

Ovid looked at Anna currently washing the vegetables and asked out of curiosity, “You know who is the person following us is?”

Anna answered, “It’s Irene.”

Ovid remembers something and grew surprised. He said, “Who is Irene?”

Anna replied casually, “My older sister, and one of the five saints in the empire.”

“Your older sister…”

Ovid unknowingly first focused on the relationship between Irene and Anna before realising how terrifying how they followed by a saint along with the world. Feeling the breeze blowing was slightly cold, Ovid subconsciously pulled his stola closer.

One of the five saints of the empire was actually so… peculiar? Ovid was slightly confused. 

Anna placed the wild vegetable into a basket and said, “I don’t think any of the saints have an ordinary personality. Cai Hua is certainly also a strange person.”

Ovid felt what Anna said was rather accurate. His mother had told him that all great individuals throughout history had some peculiarity to them. Whether it is height or weight, or any other extraordinary features, something unusual is necessary to achieve greatness. 

Of course, that included one’s personality. 

As this matter was thought through, Ovid turned around and asked in regards to another matter, “And your reason for leaving behind that purple cloth was?” 

Anna looked at the dirt in the basin and said, “I’m only departing from Julia so that I can think through some matters, it’s not as though I oppose her. Killing Myia will only do harm to Julia, so I want to prevent it.”

“Moreover, since Myia is indebted to us now, we obviously need her to be alive to take advantage of that favour.”