Momore's eyes widened. He had only rested for a few minutes, and his lord was assassinated just like that?!
This was too unimaginable. Momore was stunned and at a loss for what to do. However, his hands did not stop moving. His attacks did not slow down at all. In an instant, he released four to five spells and blasted them towards the angelic Becky!
But it was like a child's play. The spells exploded the moment they got close to Becky, and when the mist dissipated, she was still standing there unscathed.
The sword was stabbed into Many's abdomen, and Becky released her hand … She stood quietly beside Many, completely ignoring Momore's attacks. She squatted down and moved closer to Many.
"Now … your wish has been fulfilled, hasn't it?"
Many's voice was as strange as ever, but he did not seem to be injured. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was normal, as though he was discussing the weather with Becky.
Becky, or rather, the angel Lamiel, lowered her head to look at Many. Her expression was one of bewilderment, but she quickly replied, "My fate is different from yours. You did it for your own selfish reasons, but I …"
"You're beautiful, Lamiel," Many said suddenly.
But the next moment, he seemed to have lost too much blood. His eyes blinked slightly, as though he was about to faint at any moment. The sword stabbed into his abdomen was a horrifying sight.
Momore, who was a distance away, stopped his attacks. He realized that his attacks were no longer a threat to Lamiel, but he did not know what to do. Fight to the death?
That would be courting death. Seek help from Lady Vasaki?
Perhaps that would work, but His Lordship was about to die …
If His Lordship was dead, what was the point of returning?
Momore knew some life magic, but the powerful enemy was right beside His Lordship. If he were to casually cast a life magic spell, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, Ramiel didn't care about Momore's dilemma. She lowered her head, seemingly at a loss for words that came out of her mouth.
"You're beautiful … but I can't see it anymore."
The corners of his lips curled up as if he wanted to laugh, but his smile froze halfway. Then, a purplish-black light suddenly burst out from the wounds on his abdomen!
Becky stared blankly at the scene in front of her. Many of the Krillin's Blades in their hands were also glowing as though something was drifting in all directions. She looked at the smoke-like light and pulled out the swords that were stabbed into her abdomen. At the next moment, she pressed her palm on the huge wound.
A vast aura burst forth from Becky's body, and the huge wings instantly expanded several times in size!
Many of the wounds began to heal rapidly, but at the same time, the light wings behind Becky became dimmer and dimmer. When many of the wounds on her body finally disappeared, the six wings also disappeared at the same time.
"Perhaps … this is my fate … It has been like this since the beginning."
Lamiel's eyes were filled with sadness. She lowered her head and looked at Many. Then, she closed her eyes slightly. The majestic aura around her suddenly disappeared, and the sword in her hand instantly reverted to the form of a scepter. Then, her body tilted and she fell on Many's body, motionless.
…
When Many opened his eyes again, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
His consciousness blurred for a moment. Many sat up abruptly and looked around. The luxurious decorations and the unusually simple style made him understand that he was in a house in Sibor. And … the owner of this house was not a lowly person.
Many took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. He suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. But after he fainted, all he saw was the battle between Nairíos and Gracier. He seemed to have no recollection of what happened after that.
His sternum was crushed by Becky's kick … What happened after that?
Many reached out to touch his chest. His chest was intact, and there were no signs of abnormalities on his body. There wasn't even a scar.
This was definitely not normal. Many was still able to distinguish between reality and reality. He saw a set of clothes placed neatly beside him, but it wasn't the one he wore yesterday. It was obvious that the clothes had been destroyed in the battle!
Many stood up and put on the clothes. He felt that it fit him well. He walked out of the house and pushed open the door. Many sensed where he was.
Victoria's aura was in a room not far away. Many could recognize it. At the same time, in another room, there was Magister Momore and Bishop Becky.
What happened to Becky?
Without hesitation, Many took a few steps forward and pushed open the door. The scene in front of him made him frown.
Magister Momore stood quietly in the room, while Bishop Becky was tightly bound to the wall by magic. A gigantic ice shackle restrained her limbs, making her look like a criminal being interrogated.
"Momore?"
"My Lord, I can't confirm whether she's safe or not. That's all I can do."
Momore's expression was the same as usual. However, it was obvious that he was a loyal Magician. He maintained a high degree of vigilance around Becky, even though he knew that the person in front of him was a religious leader whose prestige was second only to many others in his territory.
"It's fine. You didn't do anything wrong. But now, remove these."
Many saw that Becky was still unconscious. Her scepter was sealed in a huge block of ice by Momore and placed on the other side of the room.
"Alright."
Momore waved his hand, and the gigantic chains on Becky's arms and legs instantly evaporated into steam, dispersing into the air. When her body lost its support and fell to the side, Momore caught the seemingly weak bishop in a timely manner.
Becky's purplish black hair was half covered and her eyes were slightly closed. The faint aroma and warmth from her body made many people understand that the bishop's body was fine. He held the bishop in his arms and gently placed her on the wooden bed beside him. Becky who was wearing the bishop's robe laid quietly on the bed. Even though she did not make any movements, her perfect body and face reminded many people of the angel on the scepter.
However, Many did not know that the angel's name was Ramiel. He had fulfilled his final wish in the battle last night.
"Everything is fine here. You didn't sleep last night, right?
Thank you for your hard work. "
"It's alright, my Lord."
"Take the time to rest. The rebel army might attack again today."
"Alright."
Momore did not waste any time. He turned around and left the room. But as soon as he was outside, Many heard him say, "Greetings, Lord Count."
He turned around and saw Victoria, who was wearing a simple robe, walking over. She nodded at Momore and entered the room anxiously. When she saw Many, she immediately heaved a sigh of relief. "The God of Light has blessed you. You're fine …"
"What?
Count believes in the God of Light? "
Many felt that he was making a mountain out of a molehill. However, he did not know what happened last night. The collapsed houses and the houses destroyed by the huge shockwaves had Victoria's heart palpitating. Especially when Ramiel's sword emitted a sword aura that left huge craters and scars on the ground. There was even a bar that collapsed in half because of the sword aura. The battle had caused more than ten civilians to be injured, but no one died.
Ramiel did not lose her nature. Perhaps it was the inexplicable hatred that drove her to do such a thing.
"I …" Victoria was taken aback by Many's rhetorical questions. But she quickly recovered and walked over to take a closer look at Many. She seemed to be agitated, her chest heaving up and down violently. Perhaps it was due to nervousness or agitation, but Victoria did not seem to be herself today. "It's good that you're fine."
"Does your head still hurt?"
Many knew that she had drunk too much, but after a day, she should have recovered a lot. She was the original lord of Sibor, and she was only here to help. As for other things, she couldn't help even if she wanted to.
"I'm fine. I've rested well."
Victoria took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Then, she looked at Becky. "Becky, are you …"
"Nothing serious."
Many had already determined that there were no major wounds on Becky's body. He stretched out his hand and pulled the blanket over Becky's bed. But the next moment, he found that his hand was being held.
He looked down and saw that it was Becky's fair palm. At this moment, Many could see that there were no longer any scars on her wrist.
"You're awake?"
Many of them frowned and looked at Becky suspiciously. Becky did not seem to be awake, but her movements were uncontrollable as if she was dreaming.
Many did not move. He looked down at his hand being held by Becky. Becky seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw. After a few seconds, she suddenly loosened her grip.
At the same time, Becky's eyelids moved slightly and she opened her eyes.
"How do you feel?"
Becky was still holding Many's hand, but he did not fling her hand away. Becky did not notice what she was holding. After she opened her eyes, she heard a lot of questions. She was stunned for a moment, and then her gaze shifted to Many.
The next moment, as though she suddenly remembered something terrible, Becky's face suddenly became extremely ugly. She looked to both sides, as though she was trying to confirm something. Then, she clenched her hand hard again.
This time, Becky felt something in her hand. She immediately pulled her hand back as though she was electrocuted. Her eyes were somewhat evasive, and she did not dare to look anymore.
"What's going on?
Becky. "
"Becky … Yes, I'm Becky …"
She seemed to have not come back to her senses. After recalling for a long time, she finally confirmed her identity. But the tone of her voice was completely different from the bishops that Many knew. She sounded like a helpless little girl, without that steadiness.
"I attacked you last night!
Did I? "
Becky suddenly asked. But her eyes were looking left and right, as though she was trying hard to remember something that scared her. "It's her!
She did it!
I … "