Chapter 19 (2/2)

Earl Wellington pushed a bit of aura in to his hers.h.i.+on, which shone purple and evaporated the blood in an instant. All traces of battle gone from his body, earl Wellington yelled towards the carriage.

“Come outside.”

After a bit of waiting, Archbishop Aznan practically crawled out of the carriage.

His face was pale white with terror. Isabelle followed behind him, trembling in fear.

“Heup.”

Isabelle blocked the gasp coming out from her mouth when she saw the scene outside of the carriage. When could she possibly have seen another scene like this, when she had been treated like a flower inside of a pot?

“Who are you? Why would you commit such a heinous crime…”

Earl Wellington’s eyes shone with killing intent at the Archbishop’s words.

“Heinous crime? You dare to utter those words with your mouth?”

“It seems like you are an aura master, a superhuman beyond human understanding. Why are you opposing the church of Flora?”

Earl Wellington smirked.

“Every action has a reason behind it.”

“….”

“Do you remember the name Lena?”

Archbishop Aznan’s face turned even whiter. He had just been reminiscing about the whole incident just hours ago, regretting the whole deed.

“Are you from the church of Maal?”

“Lena was my granddaughter.”

Aznan closed his eyes. How could he possibly have known that the woman he had murdered would be the granddaughter of an aura master?

“I can say nothing to defend myself on that matter, so you may kill me. But please, do not touch the lady who may become a Saintess.”

“You pretend to be righteous until the end; how hateful.”

Earl Wellington sprayed killing intent as he walked towards Aznan and pushed out his sword.

Peupeupeupeuk.

The Archbishop’s face scrunched up in pain. In the blink of an eye, his body was covered with tens of b.l.o.o.d.y holes, as blood dyed his pure white robe as it splashed down. Aznan dropped kneeling on the ground, as his knee joint had also been cut.

Earl Wellington’s burning eyes slowly turned to Isabelle.

Isabelle could only tremble at the fighting spirit that the aura master emitted. She felt as though she was barely holding on from fainting in fear.

“I will ask you only one thing.”

“….”

“Will you turn your back on the church of Flora and become a member of our church?”

The Archbishop screamed out as soon as the words left the earl’s mouth.

“No! That will not happen.”

“I am just returning to you the consequences of your actions.”

“Ev-Even so, you cannot!”

Archbishop Aznan, face pale from the loss of blood, tried desperately to convince Isabelle.

“Re-Remember the honor of your house. Should you turn your back on us, the honor of the Lea House…”

“I can no longer bear your voice.”

A cold sound rang out along with a flash of purple light.

Kwadang.

Aznan fell backwards with his hands around his neck. There was a gaping hole in his neck that sprayed blood as he tried to speak, but the only thing coming out of his mouth were bubbles of blood.

Earl Wellington’s gaze turned once more towards Isabelle.

“Answer me. Will you betray the church of Flora and become a member of our church?”

Isabelle, still trembling, opened her mouth.

“If I don’t do so, will you kill me?”

Earl Wellington did not answer.

“I accept your offer. I never wors.h.i.+pped the G.o.ddess Flora in the first place, so it won’t be a betrayal, but I will become a member of your church.”

Archbishop Aznan squirmed at Isabelle’s words, arms and legs flailing.

“Euah, euah.”

Earl Wellington frowned and lifted his sword.

Bunjjuk.

His sword did not seem to move, but the Archbishop’s head fell to the ground, separated from his body.

Degururururu.

The head rolled on the ground, and Isabelle turned pale white. A chilling voice crept out from under the silver helmet.

“You do not care about the honor of your house?”

“I think I have done enough for my house.”

“You wish to live that badly.”

Tears began to fall from Isabelle’s eyes.

“It’s not because I want to live. There is someone I must meet before I die. If I cannot see him, then…”

She could not finish the rest of her words, as her throat locked up from emotion. Earl Wellington heaved a sigh and sheathed his sword.

“You are lucky, Bishop Rain. It is as you wished.”

“Thank goodness.”

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